Sometimes, I want to give in to the scary stuff.
Guinea Pig.Model: Kacey Wilson
Makeup: Megan Autrey
Month: October 2013
Copycatting my favorite bunny.
Sir and I figured out Halloween.
Standard- We’re gonna nail it.
- This is totally relevant to the goals of this tumblr.
- It is not this.
Bless you.
A bunch of meanies are making me share this with you.
It’s my little voice.
(I’m getting a puppy for this. Not a woof-woof puppy. Well, actually, I guess I could make him woof…)
“If you want to call me ‘dolly,’” I said, “you have to treat me like one.”
“I don’t already treat you like my doll?” he asked. “Just because you’re my dolly doesn’t mean I can’t treat you rough.”
What about Petal? You’s cute enough!
StandardD’awww. So many plant names. <3
I would call you Minx.
StandardI feel like that basically excuses me from ever being punished because of course somebody called minx is gonna be a brat.
So, uh, I approve.
If I was your sir, I think I would call you bella.
StandardAw, that’s actually kind of super adorable.
Except Sir trying to speak Italian/Spanish would be hilariously cute.
He became Sir really naturally.
I don’t remember the first time I called him that or whose idea it was. But, he was Sir and that was that.
I’ve struggled finding a name for myself to match it. Something he can call me in the dynamic that isn’t my name.
“Sweetheart” is more for a certain kind of mood, when I’m all little and he’s being bad and mean and rough. And the name he calls me when I’m a kitty is basically limited to me being a kitty. (It’s a cute name, though. Trust.)
In the past, I’ve gone by bitch (but I never, ever will again.) And slut (also a no.) And pet (which I don’t know if I want to anymore.)
He’s called me girl. But we agree that it’s hard to start a sentence with girl without it sounding like “GURL.” He tried “little one” this morning and it made me smile but I don’t know if it’s something that’s as natural as “Sir.” And then there’s “kitten.” I don’t know. The syllables sound the best, but I don’t know.
I guess I just don’t feel like I can figure out a name that fits me as well as Sir fits him.
Sigh. Nomenclature.