I skyped with Blue and Byron this evening. They suggested we should have another sleepover when we get back to campus. It sounds like a lot of fun, partially because it’s mostly just a lot of hanging around, cuddling, being silly and not a lot of perviness (though I wouldn’t say it’s completely devoid of it). I can’t wait.
Month: January 2012
Do you remember any of the details about what you confided to your mom? It was awkward enough for me just watching a sex scene in an R-Rated movie with my parents let alone confiding in them about kinky sex. At that time I liked some mental aspects, but it was largely my early adulthood experiences that shaped what I really liked about kink. Mainly the trust relationships that form, and the excitement versus risk of opening up.
StandardUnfortunately, I was sort of “discovered” by my mother when I was much younger and when I just had some vague inklings, so I wound up having to admit it and confide in her about it. It wasn’t sexual for me yet, but my mother was still very scared and upset. I told her it was a lot about risk, trust, danger, loss of control, etc. And, of course, to a parent, this sounds absolutely like a recipe for disaster, murder, accidents, and so on.
When we talked about it more recently – she kind of awkwardly brought it up – she was worried that I might be running off to crazy clubs in strange places and letting complete strangers beat me within an inch of my life (not my thing). While she still does not completely understand it, I think she’s learned to be more accepting of it and that I know what I’m doing/what I want/how to take care of myself. It’s still terribly awkward and sometimes I wish she didn’t know.
But, yes, I very much appreciate the trust and the risk, it’s a lot of what gets me.
Thank you for reaching out to me. I hope I answered your question. Have a wonderful new year.
<3, Ivy
For the many of you who have asked,
The picture of my boobs I mentioned in a previous post is not on my tumblr, but on someone else’s.
Happy Hunting, you perverts.
<3, Ivy
I have a very large, pronounced lower lip that I’ve gotten into the pattern of biting. It’s a bad habit of mine, but other people don’t seem to mind.
Tag, you’re it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tag backs. (Sorry if you’ve already been tagged. Hard to remember who’s already answered this!)
StandardOkay, here goes.
1. I haven’t eaten meat for almost seven years, but I started eating fish again last summer.
2. I know all the words to Kanye West’s “Gold Digger”. All. Of. Them.
3. Somewhere, on tumblr, there’s a picture of my boobs. Happy hunting.
4. For how much it conflicts with my beliefs, I love the book Atlas Shrugged. Points of it actually make me horny. It’s the only book that could make me pity and respect the absurdly wealthy. Both SG and another regular on my tumblr say it’s because the characters fuck like champs. Probably true.
5. I was excessively, absurdly, and mercilessly bullied by my classmates throughout the entirety of elementary school and most of middle school. The experience has left me completely intolerant of, well, intolerance.
6. I didn’t start masturbating until my sophomore year of high school and didn’t have an orgasm until my freshman year of college. I squirted all over the poor guy’s face.
7. I have a lot of trouble sometimes with just saying “no” and missing out on an experience because not doing it may benefit me later.
8. Being John Malkovich, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Royal Tenenbaums, Zoolander, Anchorman and I Heart Huckabees are my favorite movies.
9. My mother knows I’m kinky. I tried to confide in her about it when I was a child and had some vague inklings about it. It’s put a ton of strain on our relationship, but I think she’s finally coming to terms with the fact that I’m responsible and I know what I want.
10. No matter how much reading I do, I’ll never fully understand economics. Or molecular biology.
I’m just the teensiest bit orally fixated. And I love the feeling of being used and owned that accompanies having fingers shoved into my mouth. It shows this very blatant disregard for boundaries that kind of emphases the position of subordination I am being placed into.
So, I really want to go see this movie.
So does my mother.
This could either be the recipe for a really interesting afternoon together or one of the worst ideas ever.
Hello Ivy. Happy belated birthday. Which aspects of submission interest you most. Physical, cerebral… ? Thank you
StandardThank you for the birthday wish!
As for submission, I’d say it’s a lot of things. I like being tied up. I like being hit and spanked. I like waxplay, knifeplay, etc. So, I very much enjoy the physical pain and restriction aspects.
But, I’m also very big on the risk and trust involved. I don’t take the notion of collars lightly, I find the whole thing to sometimes get a little serious. I like the headspaces, the way you can get totally consumed by things, I like some of the grittier things to the point that I get a little scared sometimes (gloryholes, dacryphilia, dehumanization).
So, I guess it’s just some inherent masochism interacting with the deeper, cerebral, emotional aspects of submission.
I hope this answers your question!
<3, Ivy
God, this almost made me cry. I really, really hope this works out. I can’t even begin to say how moving/heart-wrenching the look on his face in. He’s in my prayers. Oh my God.
I never reblog this sort of thing, but my heart goes out to this man. I hope he finds her soon and she’s safe. And I really hope she does the healing she needs in order to allow people who lover her back in her life.
Dear Followers,
Holy crap. There’s 500 of you.
500. Absolutely absurd. I just can’t even begin to fathom.
First of all, thank you. This whole experience has been an amazing way to meet wonderful people, discover myself, open up. You’ve all been so kind, so supportive, and so sweet for the entire journey thus far.
But, really what are you doing here? It’s crazy to me that you’d want to actually actively read about me whining about my strange little life. You’re all so amazing and I am so grateful to have this tumblr and all the things it has manifested for me.
Happy New Year, your love and support was a wonderful gift.
<3, Ivy