Month: November 2012

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ouyangdan:

Jimmy Kimmel: What if we forget? What if I forget to vote? 
Michelle Obama: If you forget? Well, I have a plan for that, Jimmy.

Oh. My. God.

Let’s go, guys.

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Last night, as a means of procrastinating, I opened up a tinychat to procrastinate work and try to answer questions live instead of in the cold, cruel inbox format.

What I thought would be a little thing quickly mushroomed into a very busy, very lively meeting of the minds – so to speak. Equal parts weird and fun, the tinychat added a dimension to some people who had, up until this time, been simply stories I read and enjoyed.

Things got a little nuts when Craftsmate came over, got out his computer, and joined in. And then when Penthouse hopped online, noticed the post, and joined in on the chat as well. I was blushing the entire time as worlds collided.

And thanks to you all, I went to bed with a red little bum.

Hmph.

Tinychat.

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I’ve been getting a lot of asks lately, so I figured I’d just open a tinychat and answer questions, talk, be a good hostess, procrastinate applying to grad school, y’know.

Here ya go: link. 

And Craftsmate’s coming by later so I don’t know maybe you all can ask him if I’ve got a penis or something.

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Playdate with Popcorn, Part 1 

I was all nervous about texting Popcorn after we messed around, but Penthouse insisted she would want to. And, lo and behold, when I picked up my phone she had already texted me thanking me for letting her see me leashed.

Except, I was way too anxious about texting her still and Penthouse had to sit there, play with my hair, calm me down, and then text her for me. Really. Because I’m bashful and apparently still in middle school. But he was a very good sport of listening to me get all nervous and then giddy and then everywhere in between.

But, the plans to get together later that evening were made and things were looking peachy.

kitty-en-classe:

Under your skin, 1966

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“She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love,“ – Lorrie Moore, Like Life.

Dear Ivy, I always love reading your entries. I only came across your tumblr recently, so I’ve had a great time reading it from the start. I’m very curious about the progression of the relationships you can build in this polyamorous context. I find myself wondering what happened to Switch, or the guy from the Infamous Car Story? Do you keep in touch with them at all?

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Switch and I do talk. He’s doing very well. He graduated from Ivy University and is now pursuing a career in the government. Because if you’re looking for anybody freaky, the first place to look is public service.

As for the guy from the car story, it has been a long process in the past year (slash after I wrote that story and was in a relationship with him) to realize that for quite a few reasons that were not mentioned in this tumblr, I was in an abusive relationship. His behavior towards me after we had broken up compounded with my awareness of what had actually gone on years later are reasons why I no longer speak to him.

The car story was at a moment early-on, before certain behaviors emerged that made the relationship incredibly unhealthy. Therefore, I am not taking it down. Also, it was super hot and a memory of that guy and Elle back before they both did some fucked up stuff.

So, yeah, I’m not going to go all Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on him. But I’m not going to continue to speak to a person after certain things were said and done.

Switch, however, is always a phone call/text/email I’m happy to receive. He’s a wonderful guy.