Me, essentially.

All I got out of this was a mediocre quesadilla.

Sir, cutest pouter ever, on the sub-par kink event he just attended.

Trigger warning: rape, rape culture

One of the really unfortunate side-effects of this lifestyle is that there are actually sick, terrible people that can slip under the radar. I’ve had a partner in the past that did some pretty bad things by me, but I thought I had learned.

While nothing happened to me with this person, I’ve had some suspicions confirmed today to an unimaginable degree. Basically, a relationship of his that I thought was a little problematic was actually foul. He’s a person I’ve written about very sparsely on here, I hadn’t even given him a name. And today I met someone else who has played with him, and she revealed something to me about his primary relationship.

I’m horrified for having trusted this person, for even having touched them and let them touch me. I’m terrified that this person can blend in with a group and can target other people. I’m scared that we still live in a culture where his actions could be construed as “ambiguous.”

I don’t know, guys. I’m just really disgusted.

dollyleighofficial:

When I thought I was taking a picture, then I realized it was set on video..

dollyleighofficial and her crazy faces are actually kind of the lifeblood of tumblr.

Seriously can’t get over how adorable you are!

That’s just how I trap my prey.

Thursday Thoughts

I’m almost to the end of August with all the random crap I’ve neglected to write and I promise we’ll get caught up soon, tumblr. I’ve just been a real ho lately.
Aside from the way the word pussy is used, this list is rather well done.
Can Kelly Cutrone just follow me around and handle weird dudes for me on a daily basis?
This is basically me whenever Sir offers to cook.
Speaking of. Unf.
This explanation of the word “raincoat” made me smile.
Sometimes the pressures of masculinity placed on young men make me miserable. (Usually, actually.) But this just makes me laugh.
And sometimes the pressures of masculinity generate mermen. Or sublimate into them. I don’t know.
Here’s a realistic portrayal of how I’d act during the purge because honestly I’d just be jaywalking and hitting up Gucci.