For the flirtastic, babealicious Southern Belle in my inbox:
You’re doing fabulous work at redeeming your side of the Mason-Dixon.
<3, Ivy
Month: December 2012
Just had a lovely meal with my mother to celebrate the semester and being halfway done with applying to grad school.
But.
Wine + Tumblr = ?
Sometimes, I can’t help but feel selfish.
Yeah, there’s a feelings rant going up on here. Bear with me or just ignore it.
It just have a much easier time articulating my feelings in writing than I have ever have out loud. Especially in writing not directed to anyone in particular. And this is the only diary I’ve ever been able to keep, so, here goes.
When feelings start to come out, I always feel selfish. That’s how I get. Partially because I worry I’ll be hurting a friendship by inserting myself into the middle of it and partially because he says he doesn’t want or need to see anybody else regularly beyond some threesomes and sharing.
So, because I feel selfish, I don’t articulate myself. Because I am scared of seeming too demanding or needy. And I’ve never been good with conflict. I have this terrible all-or-nothing instinct where I think a single disagreement will completely destroy everything. And so I back out and try to please everyone.
My therapist says in the mess of that, my own feelings get lost. Which is something that goes on in terms of my family, my friends and my activities. I am incredibly cautious with the people I care about and neglect to articulate my needs because I worry somehow I’ll come across as selfish. So, I’m kind of a failure at communication.
The issue is resolved for the most part, but ugh. I don’t know.
Can a Canadian join in on your birthday celebrations, too? ;)
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Him: Honestly, most of what makes it hot for me is the idea that someone’s playground is getting cleaned.
Me: “Someone’s playground,” he calls my rectum.
As a child, I resisted naptime. I thought there were better things to do. I figured I didn’t have time to spare to just relax and close my eyes.
I got in trouble in preschool for waking up my classmates and trying to get them to skip naptime with me. As a result, I was essentially banned from naptime.
Now, I still have that problem. But some very different methods have been implemented to resolve it.
I’d love to come to your birthday party/orgy! I’d love to lick, kiss, nibble, and taste your body… Bite your sweet spots… I’m a sweet girl, mid 20’s, southern… If I didn’t please you right the first time I’d be more than willing to try again.
StandardRemember when I asked for a Southern belle?
Thanks, Santa.
(Gif created by Paul Layzell at christmasgifs.org)
Mrs. Hedera was not informed that her husband had listed her as collateral to the loansharks.
So, a certain somebody in my life made a tumblr recently and decided to get a little bit clever.
I’m not saying who, but I’m sure you can figure it out.
And, no, my last name isn’t Hedera.
I always think I am getting spanked hard enough for it to leave marks and have it hurt for days. So, I start to get excited about the idea of having to cover up the marks on my thighs when I go to the gym or having to try to hold in a wince when I sit down to dinner with my friends. And it sounds all blushy when the deliverer of the spanking says I’ll think of them whenever I feel the sting throughout the week.
But I’m honestly just a wuss and I never let it get that harsh. It’s all gone in an hour, usually. If not less.
Good lord, but this offends my sense of symmetry. Which, of course, as punishments go, makes it perfect.A Bad Girl, photographed by Me.
Heart sent me an endorsement vis-a-vis a link from her tumblr.
Not to mention a nice reminder.
Nobody bring cameras to my birthday orgy. Which is so happening okay even though it isn’t.
“Hey! I said no fucking pictures.”
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