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I don’t like being photographed at all. I just feel like you interrupt the natural flow of hanging out, having a good time, etc to get all posy and *show* that you’re having a good time. It breaks stuff up and it just feels awkward and I feel like I’m wasting precious time.

Conversely, whoever thought up the notion of a “candid photo” as an alternative to the posed nonsense should be taken outside and shot. (Not with a camera. Hurr hurr photography joke. Admonish me later, Montecervesa).

I am too lazy to figure out where else I expressed this sentiment on my tumblr. Just kidding, it’s here. I don’t even have the cruelty in my heart to get lazy on you people and make you do work.

However, it was someone close to me’s birthday recently, so I allowed myself to be photographed as a part of the celebration. Because I don’t want to be a nag and because, oh, whatever.

Guess who still smiles like she’s six? 

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I miss the rain.

bosom:

Sydonie

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“And when we meet again and introduced as friends, please don’t let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world.”

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Ivy Update:

I’m down to my last week here. 

While I am very excited to see my friends and family again, I am going to miss this place like crazy. I have had so many amazing experiences and I am trying to work out a way to come back here next summer, possibly for research purposes. The women I worked with were so inspirational and I had some really amazing opportunities and experiences that I never dreamed in a thousand years would be available to me.

Yes, sometimes it got dangerous and uncomfortable. But, no, I would not do anything differently (okay, okay, maybe a few things). I am so grateful to all the people who stuck around to follow me and for all the people who jumped on during my hiatus (there are more than a hundred of you, oh my gosh). 

I’ll be back to my normal smut quota soon. See you all in a week.

<3, Ivy

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She filled the position of secretary thinking it would be a little job between jobs. It would just be something she did before the next good thing came along. She would put in as much as needed to get her weekly paycheck as she stole glances at the classifieds each morning over coffee in the lounge.

She won’t leave now. She can’t. Not by his force, which certainly permeates other aspects of her life in the most delightful ways, but out of her own desire to belong. It wasn’t in the job description. It was the best part of the job. 

He teaches, she learns. He gives, she takes, she gives back, he takes joyously. He cares. He nurtures. He understands. And tonight, she’s going to meet her, which will constitute more teaching, more learning, more sharing. They’ll call it working overtime.

debbie-does-detroit:

NELL 2.0

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I think I would get this way, too, if I were in the position of having to dominate someone. The role would feel so foreign to me that I might overdo it to the point of being theatrical. 

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I have an interesting relationship with danger. I like to push myself to a place of uncertainty. There’s almost something calming about total surrender to the unknown.

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Going native.

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I’ll have you know that I encourage audience participation. 

nataliejones1987:

May I watch? 😉