They say cats domesticated themselves.
I think they got a little help.
Month: November 2014
It’s been far too long since I’ve been deeply, deeply rope happy.
Sir and I are going to at least one play party together when I visit this weekend. I told him I wanted to spend some time next to him like this, struggling not to drool all over myself while he socializes with people. The clamps secured to her lap is a rather cruel touch.
“We are kept keen on the grindstone of pain and necessity.” – H.G. Wells, The Time Machine.
Shoutout to all black people who are forced to interact with racist whites, especially through academia or their work fields, who have to continue on like nothing is wrong with the full knowledge that those people rejoice in the very slaughter we fear for ourselves and family everyday.
You are strong and you are loved.
My heart is with Ferguson and the Brown family tonight.
Over the holidays, I’m staying with Sir for three weeks straight.
Seriously. I’m too excited for words.
Sometimes, I don’t even know where the line is anymore.
On my list of New Year’s Resolutions – which I wrote the other day to procrastinate – I included the rather blunt entry of “3 dicks.”
One day, I’m going to be brave enough to spend most of a play party like this. Just crawling after Sir, keeping quiet while he socializes and flirts, letting other people play with me to demonstrate how obedient I am.
OMG those boots! *droool*