A year and two days ago (agh I fucked up this and thought it was the 19th, but it was the 17th ugh), around this time, I took out my cellphone at work, checked my email and found this message from tumblr:
Good to see a fellow [Ivy Universityite] comfortably exploring her kinky side, and consider me impressed by how comfortable and well-articulated your sexuality is for someone our age.
There’s more, I’ve had to cut it because it is too school-specific.
The point is, a year ago Craftsmate came into my life and gave me a fucking heart attack. Like I said, I was at work and I had to walk calmly into the bathroom before having a freaking panic attack. I had just started discovering myself and opening up on here and I was worried that this would not only drive me to have to shut the blog down, but to reconcile the identity I created on here to explore my sexuality as well as all the facets of myself that stayed off the Internet.
I’d been careful and always kept one foot out the door. All my topless pictures only showed one boob, which was totally unintentional but reflected a general unwillingness to be too vulnerable.
So, for those of you who’ve just jumped on board and don’t know how things turned out, here’s everything chronologically.
For those of you who have, I don’t really know what to say without being hokey. But it’s been quite a year (and two days) and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Except maybe that stupid nickname. Sorry I decided to call you Craftsmate, it sounds like a freaking kitchen appliance.
I love you.