For Ivy.
I have the best followers ever.
followers
Just wanted to send out a thank you for all the love the picture of my tail got.
Because it received, for me, an obscene amount of notes like woah.
It took a lot of courage for me to post it and the validation of all the positive feedback I got, from likes to messages, was so encouraging in my journey of accepting the stuff I’m into/not thinking I am a total and complete weirdo.
So, thanks so much. You’re all wonderful.
<3, Ivy
All right, so you’ve spoken and I was probably wrong.
While some of you seemed to think he was edging towards a foot fetish, full-on foot fetishdom was never realized. It appears that the deciding factor is whether or not feet absolutely need to be present for the person to get off.
Among the suggestionss, GallifreyanSub made the cute comment that it was more “like a ribbon on a present”. Heart went ahead and suggested “foot enthusiast” instead, which is pretty much almost t-shirt worthy. And, 390nm made the silly point that it seemed more like he had an Ivy fetish.
So, ah, there you have it. Foot fetishes. As diagnosed by the perverts of tumblr.
(via florencio)
Thank you guys for the advice you’ve been sending. I promise to get back to you soon, this week’s just a little crazy.
I should elaborate that Craftsmate and I are honestly mostly vanilla, go on vanilla dates, don’t wind up with his finger up my butt in public places, etc. We’ve got most of it sort of confined to the bedroom but we sort of want to expand out a little bit without going all naked on a leash. And so we’re sort of trying to negotiate what we want stuff to “look like.”
But, yes, thank you for your messages. They’re all very sweet and it’s wonderful to know I can totally take relationship advice from people on the Internet (look, Mom).
Now, ugh, to make myself sleep.
I got a very sweet card from a very special follower and it made me smile ear to ear.
Tumblr on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/41974888
This also makes me feel extra cool.
I’m all sorts of flattered.
And dying over the tag “she named cumblr.”
Do I get a chapter in a history book?
I’ve been learning to be flexible.
To not always know exactly what will happen, to not fear the unknown so profoundly, to not be so set in my ways of how I believe things should go.
And so I thank everyone who has been sending such sweet messages of support, advice and empathy over my triumphs and blunders in exploring my poly side. I am so appreciative to see that you all have my back.
And a special thank you to whyexactly for posting this little nugget and making me blush like crazy.
I also just noticed my queue spat out parts two and three of Easing out the Kinks in reverse. Grrrr.
Mrs. Hedera was not informed that her husband had listed her as collateral to the loansharks.
So, a certain somebody in my life made a tumblr recently and decided to get a little bit clever.
I’m not saying who, but I’m sure you can figure it out.
And, no, my last name isn’t Hedera.
Followers.
There’s been another sudden spike in your numbers.
I’ve provided you with some pretty sweet porn, so now let’s return the favor of keeping each other distracted.
Whether you just found me or you’ve been around for a while, hit up the ol’ ask box.
Because it’s always fun when I ask you guys to.
Since you come up with the best questions/comments/concerns.
And I just don’t want to force myself to look at the work I have to do.
Last night, as a means of procrastinating, I opened up a tinychat to procrastinate work and try to answer questions live instead of in the cold, cruel inbox format.
What I thought would be a little thing quickly mushroomed into a very busy, very lively meeting of the minds – so to speak. Equal parts weird and fun, the tinychat added a dimension to some people who had, up until this time, been simply stories I read and enjoyed.
Things got a little nuts when Craftsmate came over, got out his computer, and joined in. And then when Penthouse hopped online, noticed the post, and joined in on the chat as well. I was blushing the entire time as worlds collided.
And thanks to you all, I went to bed with a red little bum.
Hmph.