Month: February 2015

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Important 365 photos photo because it’s probably the most representative photo I could take.

I was mid-posing when I mid-judged how much space I had and actually rolled off of my bed. The photo caught this. I think my foot looks like a flailing cat paw, like the kind in the really absurd photos of cats on the Internet. You know what I’m talking about.

But yeah. This photo probably embodies me the most of any I’ve put on here. Tried to be sexy, fell on my head.

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So if I’m very good and I meet a bunch of deadlines this week, Pup’s going to terrible things to me. If that isn’t motivation…

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“It’s not my responsibility to be beautiful, I’m not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.”— Warsan Shire.

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drakesquad:

tuggywuggy:

drakesquad:

i’ll be like 40 w/no kids and people will say “aw i’m so sorry for you” and i’ll be like how was the fucking wiggles reunion tour asshole i went to italy last week for fun and didn’t have to hire a sitter

This is a very sad mentality. To think oneself more important than that of progeny is the sign of a failed human life.

so the wiggles concert wasn’t as good as you thought it would be huh

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slipperygal:

castielgratia:

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Wait for the picture.

Is it hard or odd to switch from a sunspace/in-the-scene mindset to normal? I’ve never been in one that was very intense, but still, leaving it is a bit jarring still. Especially since my partner is generally out of the scene sooner than I am.

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Absolutely. I need my scenes to “wind down” so I can get out of that headspaces safely and smoothly. If they end abruptly for whatever reason, then I need like much more aftercare and it takes me a while to “come back.”

Do you think you’ll marry Sir one day then? Or Pup? Or both of them?

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Polygamy is illegal, so the third option is out. And is also something I’m not interested in.

Sir and I don’t even live in the same country right now, so we are mostly aiming for a point where we can just live together and get a cat. We’ve got a lot to surmount on that front to begin with. If we get married at some point, then hurray for tax incentives.

And if that’s where I am with Sir, I certainly have no interest in marrying Pup, who decided to fart on me in bed the other morning instead of getting up.