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I just got done talking to my bestie, A. She is putting serious consideration into ending her relationship with her boyfriend for a variety of reasons that would keep them still on friendly terms, but are honestly just not appropriate for this tumblr. So, I tried to give her advice and remind her that I’ll be there for her through the entire thing. I care about her immensely and I am so flattered and glad that she turned to me for support on this.

However – and feel free to call me a terrible friend, a bad influence, what have you – I’m looking forward to all the trouble we can get into together again now. 

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My girl A’s boyfriend is an international student here from one of “those” countries. He’s very progressive, despite having spent his whole life in a very conservative area. But, that’s apparently not as uncommon as the media makes it out to be.

He’s apparently been getting a lot of crap for dating A. She’s American. She’s biracial, but not of his race on either side. She’s in no way slutty, but the fact that the two of them want to hold hands in public, here in America, has really upset some of his more conservative friends who go to school here.

So I give him a ton of props for staying in a relationship with her. Sure, she’s gorgeous and funny and awesome. But the fact that he has to handle so much bullshit about it really proves to me that he’s a keeper. And I’m very, very proud to call him one of my best friends. 

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Fuck yeah revolution.

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My girl A and I pulled it out last night. And when I say “pulled it out”, I mean had an amazing time.

She’s literally just the best person in the world. Like my absolute “twin”. Which is kind of hilarious to say because, although we have the same sense of humor and very similar personalities, I’d say we’re pretty different.

A’s completely straight and completely vanilla. She’s active, but she doesn’t masturbate. I just couldn’t even imagine. 

And so I naturally kind of kept my shit on lock when we first got close. Because, you know, I’m not entirely candid with people to begin with, but when she was the first one to break the floodgates and tell me about something sexual, I kept myself massively toned down. 

The first time I told her the whole song and dance, we had been drinking. We were at a friend’s pregame and stopped by my room to pick up sweaters to wear over to the party since the weather had gotten very cold very suddenly. She asked me a question about something vaguely kinky, I answered, and then the floodgates got opened.

But, not by me, I was still incredibly tight-lipped. It was A who wanted to know everything. She asked to see the handcuffs, the nipple clamps, the vibrator, everything. I don’t think I would’ve gone along with it had I not had some liquid confidence. When we were finally heading out to go, I asked, “so, do you think you’re kinky?”

“Me?” she laughed, “hell no. I just find it fascinating.”

And that’s why I love this gal. We’re going out again tomorrow night and bringing this photo 200% (with some clothing on). She’d so be the one on the left.