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.
“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.
I had a thousand butt puns I wanted to put on this photo and I think I deserve a medal for restraining myself.
I’ve been crazy stressed this week: I’ve got a pretty awful one-two punch of deadlines coming up. And as always to make everything worse, my body always kicks into all the yucky thoughts and the weird dysmorphia feelings kick in. It was really hard to take this photo yesterday, but I’m pretty glad I did.
When you take a bunch of photos and your favorite one is the one you took while you were trying to see if the lighting would photograph well.
“I don’t really wanna know what’s good for me.”
This, in case you are curious, is what I wore to the first play party I went to in my new city. Which I’ll totally write about fairly soon.
Also uh I tried firecupping at the party the other day with a really cool and experienced domme. You can see the circles kind of mingled with the scratch marks and marks from some really cool knifeplay. Basically I’m rushing to get myself caught up so I can write about this party because holy crap.
But yeah, Pup and I tried firecupping together and it was nuts (in a good way.) She went a little harder on him than she did on me, and now his back looks like a domino.
Sorry for the poor quality of the photo of my back. (I do like the sweep of my hair at the top, though.) I’ll make Pup or somebody take a better one in the next few days, because apparently I’ve got these marks for a while.
Old Ironsides needs a new name.
Well, I’ve decided (with your help) to wear this tonight.
Thanks, tumblr!