It’s only going through these photos that I notice the degree of attention Sir pays to certain parts of me. And it’s beautiful and strange to kind of see myself the way he sees me.
butt
“No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took.
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some-
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood.
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed.
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again.”
Perched.
But actually the only bruising Sir could get on Old Ironsides were those two little dots you can see from the tips of his flogger, as well as the faintest lines ever.
So he found a “better” use for the riding crop.
“Better” is of course subjective.
Maybe not quite on theme here but this was the coziest bed I’ve ever been in.
“There is, I think, a fear of love.
There is a fear of love.” – Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin.
Just a reminder that it is cold and I have been doing squats.
Here’s my contribution to herdirtylittleheart’s awesome #happybirthdayheart challenge.
I talk a lot about how Heart was one of the people pivotal in making me as brave(ish) as I’ve become. So, I wanted to do something super brave for this. It ended up sort of happening on the fly, but I’m thrilled with the result.
My vanilla friends and I took a crazy road trip to climb a crazy thing. Something you should know about me is that I hate hate hate hate hate heights. I didn’t think I’d actually end up going up to the top. But, somehow, I did.
I was so high on adrenaline and so ecstatic that I pulled my pants down to moon the distance I’d climbed and asked one of my vanilla friends to take a picture of my butt.
And you know what? She did it!
I maybe would’ve made a few different artistic choices had I been in charge, but here’s my offering to the Birthday Game. Recently, I was speaking to Heart about how awesome and brave people are being, and how inspirational it is to see what being brave means to each person. What I did here was an important step on two fronts in my life: conquering my anxiety-related fears and being my full, unabashed self in front of my friends.
On the way down, one of my other friends leaned over and said, “I think what you did was great. A lot of people would go up and carve their name into a tree or something. But this is something you can have from a time you did something wild and brave to always remember how that felt.”
So Happy Birthday, Heart. Your presence on this site is important and inspiring. Thank you for the excuse/opportunity you’ve given us this month.
I tease Pup a lot that he went on his first date with a butt.
My profile picture on FetLife, which I essentially only use to keep track of people that I’ve met at munches and who I don’t quite feel comfortable enough to give my phone number to, is of my butt. It’s a pretty similar angle to this gifset.
What can I say? I didn’t want to incriminate myself by posting my face, but I wanted something besides a question mark in the profile picture. So, my butt.
I first met Pup for all of a minute at a munch back in August. I honestly spent more time talking to his girlfriend and her secondary than I did to him. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in him or that I was particularly interested in his other partners, but when he added me on FetLife after the munch was like, “sure, okay, yeah, I kind of remember you?”
I later found out that this was mostly his girlfriend’s doing, in an effort to try to get him to both branch out and ask me out. But, when the initial messages came through, I figured he was probably just creepin’ on my butt pic. His girlfriend had been simultaneously messaging me, and so I was also concerned that they were unicorn hunting, but apparently this was also an effort on her part to try to get the two of us to hang out.
So, I agreed to go out for coffee, mostly because not much else was going on that week. I honestly barely remembered what he looked like. I was worried that he actually thought I was worthlessrapemeat, because the two of us had been cutely hanging all over each other all night and we’ve got some similar attributes, and my silly insecurities made me think that when I showed up, he’d be disappointed that I wasn’t her.
In order to feign nonchalance, I turned up late. Fortunately, he hadn’t confused me with WRM. Fortunately, he was actually really nice and good-looking and a good conversationalist. But, yeah, I still mocked him about only asking me out because he saw a butt on the Internet he liked.
Ironically, he turned out to be working part-time at that shitty diner where I outed myself as poly to my friend to get some money on the side while he finished his degree.
My friends now jokingly call him the name of the diner when referencing him, which I guess implies three things:
- Stuff with Pup worked out well after the first date.
- I’m out to most of my friends now.
- I’ve got a lot to fill you all in on.
Things I should mention:
- I have an extensive collection of thigh highs that need to get more wear.
- My favorite part of these are the ribbons, followed by the seam up the back as a close second.
- I came four times this morning.
- Sir takes so many pictures of me from this angle that it’s almost his trademark.