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Yes. There’s an entire tag devoted to that. As in, there is a tag, called the “me” tag, where I have my photos. Should I have been more coy about this?

The tag has thirty pictures of me, ranging from my full body to something as focused as a bruise on my thigh. I’d say that’s more an egomania pop than an entire egomania explosion.

BUT.

Some people post up hundreds of photos of themselves. Some people post up three. Some people post none. 

All of these people are okay. 

Sure, there’s a degree of egomania in any blog on the Internet in the sense that someone thinks people actually care about what’s going on in their lives to the extent that they want to read about it on a regular basis. But, this blog is the only journal I’ve ever been able to keep. It’s a place for me to express myself and regardless of whether or not you’re along for the ride, it’s done me a lot of good. Posting photos of myself has made me more comfortable with my body, writing about my experiences has helped me to be less ashamed of my sexuality and recognize it as a healthy thing. And your approval of how I run this space has no impact at all on the positivity that it has brought into my life.

So, uh, see ya.

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Sitting on Craftsmate’s couch, eating his roommate’s leftover mac and cheese (except then this popped up on my dash and I got mad food envy) out of a pot, working on a paper I’ve been putting off and off and off.

Send me nice stuff, night owls.

<3, Ivy

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If you’ve seen the show, you’ll know exactly what I mean when I say that a friend of mine and I have something like this going. No, I’m not in love. And, no, we’re not involved. We’re just the “series of escalating dares” kind of people. 

kyl3m:

A series of escalating dares.