So, recently, I received a penis pic from a follower with the caption “use me. however you wish.” I cannot begin to describe to you how overwhelming this was. Well, first of all, thank you for trusting me with your dick pic. You have a lovely penis. But, you have to understand, I’m terribly awkward.

I do present myself with all sorts of bravado on this tumblr and that is not far from the truth. I am flirtatious, I do have confidence in many social situations, I feel comfortable about my sexuality in most arenas. However, there’s just something about certain interactions that make me a little weird.

Well, okay, I’m generally perceived by a lot of people as a little weird. I make some awkward comments sometimes, but most people find it endearing/charming/even sometimes sexy. SG likes to call me Liz Lemon. I’m that kind of girl. I’m kind of a nerdy-sarcastic sexy.

So, yes, thank you for your penis. It’s lovely. That’s the best, least awkward reply I could think of.

Hello Random and Crazy Influx of New Followers,

Where did you come from? In the past few days I’ve gotten a huge amount of people on board here.

As a thank you, here’s a picture of a girl in a really cute bra and panty set blowing bubbles.

Please feel free to hit up my ask and introduce yourselves.

<3, Ivy

Submitted by a follower.

read this while looking at the picture or after reading or a little of both

look at the texture of the water, it looks like a pool, now move your eyes to her shoulders, the sun is shining off of them, they’re warm, then move your eyes to her hair, it’s wet, she’s been drying in the sun, notice the sun ray over her head, it’s bright out, it must be shortly after noon, the moments are going by lazily, but time’s passing fast for her and it wont be long before evening, remember doing this, remember how your skin felt after swimming in clean water and drying in the sun on soft fabric or concrete, your skin felt sleeker than usual, imagine how her’s feels, in that exact moment in time, when the camera took that picture, imagine being there next to her, not noticing her, just feeling these things, remembering them, imagining these things, and remember, the eyes only suggest a picture, the brain paints it.

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Thank you, tastepreferences, for this photograph and your words. I love that feeling you’ve described so well. Though, confessedly, I don’t think I would be able to not notice her were I next to her.

<3, Ivy

Wow.

I’m not sure what it was, but after those 10 facts about me, you’ve all become a ton more participatory.

Maybe it’s the idea that somewhere, floating around tumblr, there’s a picture of my breasts. That’s been the nature of a lot of my asks. And, like I said, happy hunting.

But, a lot of you are just curious. You’re asking questions, you’re looking for advice. It’s really sweet and really wonderful. I wish I could say I’m an expert on all of this, but I’m really not.

One of you even sent me a nude. For the sake of her privacy, I’m keeping it to myself. But, as I told you, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Really, just stunning.

I sincerely appreciate all the love you all give me, but I have never seen my tumblr so busy. It’s shocking and I am immensely flattered.

<3, Ivy

For the many of you who have asked,

The picture of my boobs I mentioned in a previous post is not on my tumblr, but on someone else’s.

Happy Hunting, you perverts.

<3, Ivy

Dear Followers,

Holy crap. There’s 500 of you.

500. Absolutely absurd. I just can’t even begin to fathom.

First of all, thank you. This whole experience has been an amazing way to meet wonderful people, discover myself, open up. You’ve all been so kind, so supportive, and so sweet for the entire journey thus far.

But, really what are you doing here? It’s crazy to me that you’d want to actually actively read about me whining about my strange little life. You’re all so amazing and I am so grateful to have this tumblr and all the things it has manifested for me.

Happy New Year, your love and support was a wonderful gift.

<3, Ivy

A message submitted by an anon under an email address and reproduced here sans email address to protect the innocent:

Hey Ivy,

Thanks for the welcome. I’m one of those new followers. I discovered you through Sin. Thanks for being awesome. My partner and I are poly and it’s so great to see people out and blogging about it.

Thank you. My blogging about being poly is a fairly recent thing and I do get tons nervous sometimes. Especially since, with more than one person on the scene, there’s a higher likelihood of being discovered by at least one person.

But let’s keep our fingers crossed. And I appreciate knowing I’ve got something to offer here.

<3, Ivy

Followers: Suddenly, there’s a ton more of you. I don’t even know how to begin to understand this. It’s unnatural. Did I accidentally post up a nude of myself or something on here? (Tumblr followers tend to spike for people after posting photos such as those, I’ve noticed.)

Seriously, where did you all come from?

And even more seriously, welcome. Thank you for following me and my story. It’s nice to have you all around.

You all are literally the sweetest people ever.

ariaonthefloor:

thisbluegirl:

thinkivykink:

Basically.

But that doesn’t mean I like handing control over to everyone. I am in no way chewing one of my followers out when I say that a comment made on a post I made about being sassy to someone who doesn’t own me got me thinking. Paraphrasing, the follower said that he was grateful that ballgags were around to put bratty subs like me in their place.

This was in reference to a person in my frat, who had told me that liked to dominate women, and who I decided to be a little mean to. Once again, I was not terribly offended by what the follower said, and I got the joke. But, it reminded me that I’m not submissive to everyone. And thank God.

There are people with terribly submissive personalities. I don’t think I’m one of these people. I consider myself driven. I believe that I am intelligent. So, no, when some guy makes a cheesy comment to me, I have a right to be sassy and not just melt into the kid’s arms at the first mention of interest. And I exercise it.

I’m not owned by everyone. I’m not submissive to everyone. That’s what makes the experience of someone being able to consensually tackle my strength and control me so powerful.

Yes. YES! Ivy, you’ve said it perfectly.

Ivy wins the internet. FOREVER.

Followers.

New and old. But, suddenly, very many more new.

I’m diving into a bunch of homework and reading right now. You should definitely go hit up my ask box so I can ~~procrastinate~~ multitask.

Seriously, just stick it in my ask.