Month: June 2012

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So, just because I’m completely turned off to SG as a person doesn’t mean I can’t still use him as masturbatory fodder.

Allow me to explain.

We did some really hot stuff. And while he’s causing me a lot of pain right now, sometimes I think about that stuff. And to avoid doing more damage by responding to some of his advances, I just masturbate it out.

Recently, I thought about this time I had to finish this paper and he wanted to mess around. I was procrastinating like crazy and he got so frustrated he said, “put your hand between your legs right now and touch your cunt.” I rolled my eyes and did it. “That’s the last time you’re touching it until you’re done with your paper. And when you’re done I’ll touch it for you.” He left and made me text him every time I finished a page. 

I figure, hopefully, I’ll get this stuff out of my system. It doesn’t help there isn’t much (in the ways of people) to do around here.

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Sometimes, screen captures from pornography are incredibly misleading.

There’s almost a reverence in his face here, an appreciation that what he is taking doesn’t actually belong to him, that it wasn’t completely his to take, that her consent – under whatever the circumstances may be – gave him what normal circumstances would not.

Of course, a freaking porn screen capture makes me wax dramatic.

I looked up the trailer: it wasn’t a complete disappointment, but I was pretty far off the mark.

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I don’t actually like being scared. I can’t sit through most horror movies, I can’t handle “death-defying” roller coasters. I jump about ten feet in the air if someone sneaks up on me. But, for some reason, some of the sexual situations I enjoy are probably about five times more risky and fear-driven than any of these things. And, oddly enough, I can handle them just fine.

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church-mouth:

Yeah, FUCK OFF TSWIFT.
WE DON’T LIKE YOUR UNREALISTIC, PROBLEMATIC SHET. 

I am not ashamed to say that I have gotten into arguments with classmates, teachers, and other women in my life over why Taylor Swift is not actually a good role model at all for young girls. There’s a lot more to being a woman than crying over men and dreaming up fairytale romances. Thank you.

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I’ve never been really enthusiastic about ponyplay, but the look of pride on her face and the pride in her posture really attracts me to this. She’s totally unashamed of what she likes. I’m wee bit envious.

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I went out and had a really lovely dinner with my friends tonight. We were laughing, chatting, enjoying ourselves. Until, suddenly, Elle walked in with one of her friends to get some pickup. 

It was incredibly uncomfortable. Because while I talked to SG a lot about my feelings over the situation, I haven’t shared with her how I felt. I just had sort of decided that this and a few other things were enough of a reason to cut her out, at least for now. She’s not a positive presence in my life at all.

I tried to act like I didn’t see her, but she made a beeline to my table to say hello. I was polite, but didn’t give her much more than that. I don’t want to be confrontational. And I especially don’t want to let her know how much what she did affected me, because that would just be feeding into it.

I didn’t say goodbye when she left. But, it upset me how uncomfortable and small around her I felt. I absolutely hated it. It was even worse to explain to my friends why I had not been particularly friendly to her. I haven’t told very many people about the whole SG debacle because I didn’t want to start anything. 

Fortunately, the rest of the night was lovely. But I just can’t stand how much I let certain people affect me.

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“Daddy, I’m not fighting you. I’m just high-fiving you.”

Dear Sixteen Year Olds,

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I have had to tell an abundance of you to shoo lately. I don’t care how cool and mature you think you are. My tumblr is 18 and over so I don’t get carted off to jail for exposing your eyes to the terrible world of pornography.

Now go turn on Degrassi and do your math homework. Sheesh.

Ivy