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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.
Another one taken of the absolutely bizarre poses my sleeping body takes when left to its own devices in a very large, comfy bed.
He woke up a little bit before me and took this photo. Every time I look at it, my heart swells a little. I’m a sucker for intimacy.
(FYI: I have given him prior consent to photograph me while I’m asleep. Don’t photograph people without their knowledge or consent!!)
Literally anytime I scroll past this in my drafts I have to come up with reasons why I can’t just get a deer tattooed onto my mons.
My body looks a lot like this girl’s body more or less. Especially in the leg region. And there is something stupidly reassuring about seeing your own body in pictures on here.
I have what my boyfriend refers to as tapered thighs. I have really muscular, slim calves and then a donk and a half as far as a butt. As a result, the back of my thighs look more triangular than rectangular, so to speak. Or, at least, they aren’t straight up and down.
And to see a girl with legs like mine all tied up and giving a wicked eyefuck is pretty damn awesome. It’s like stupidly validating that my body isn’t absurd or ridiculous.
Except a certain somebody confirms that mine are more muscular. So there.
Happy 4/20, followers.
Recently, Craftsmate took some super up-close pictures of my pussy after he had shaven it.
I don’t usually go looking down there. So, when he had me look at the pictures, I was confessedly almost surprised. I didn’t realize I looked quite like that.
I’ve mentioned on here that my labia minora are uneven and my adolescent self freaked out over this fact to such a degree that I was already considering labiaplasty in high school. Which I now realize is absurd. I also apologized for said labia the first time a guy got acquainted with my vagina. Which I now realize is also absurd.
But looking at it in his pictures, I couldn’t help but find the unevenness adorable. It kind of seemed like my vagina was sticking out its (her?) tongue.
And so I think, from now on, I’m just going to think of it that way.
😛
You know that crying out won’t help.
It won’t deter him, won’t even give him reason to pause. You have a word to make him stop, a word he’ll respect and honor, but he won’t honor any kind of frantic cry he elicits.
Besides, he’s always encouraged you to scream.
“Oh, I was young, then, and I walked in my body like a queen.” – Lee Smith, Fair and Tender Ladies.