Stoya photographed by Tim Barber for Oyster Magazine
styled by Zara Mirkin
hair & make up by Erin Green
Brigitte Bardot in St. Tropez, 1st July, 1958. Photo by Willy Rizzo
Pup’s been out of town for a few days so it’s just been our doggo and me chilling in the apartment. So excited to pick him up from the airport after work today that I’m counting down the hours.
A little under two weeks ago, Pup and I loaded up our U-Haul and drove to our new city. In the intervening time, we’ve set up our home and gotten to know our neighborhood. Later today, we’ll drive the last of the cardboard boxes that held our things to recycling.
It’s bittersweet to leave the place I called home for the past four years. I got my Master’s there. I found my career and my passion there. I met friends I’ll hopefully have for the rest of my life. I fell in love there. Twice. (I’ll get to that story sometime.)
I know I haven’t been very good about updating this tumblr. When I first started it, I was uncomfortable with living my life as the person I knew I was inside. It gave me a space to be that person, and I have been eternally grateful for what it’s allowed me. But more and more, I’ve found myself able to finally be that person in my life. I never, ever thought I would be able to say that. But I am finally, truly my full authentic self, and I feel as though I have the upper hand in my basically lifelong battle with shame. So, I’ve needed this blog less and less.
I’m excited to continue on this journey in this new place. I am still hoping to update this blog. But for the people who’ve asked if my inactivity is a sign of things going wrong in my life, it is quite the opposite.
Thank you for all the support, kindness and candor you all bring to this site.
She just absolutely needs the blindfold, she says. Nothing else makes her quite so brave.
Pup and I do this thing where we have bath conferences, wherein we reserve important conversations for when we have time to take a bath together and talk them out there. It’s kind of key.
My amazing kink-positive therapist told me I need to get on orchestrating my crazy group sex fantasy.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“In the course of this conversation, it’s the only thing you’ve said you definitively want for yourself” she replied. “Also, come on, you love planning.”
Um. A certain someone should take note that I own one of these.
“Baby, the sight of you drooling is much more interesting than anything you’d have to say anyway.”
Is there a word for the fetish of big hands just overwhelming faces? Because I’ve got it pretty bad.