“You would think she was on the stage. Of course, in her head she’s always on the stage. She is her own theater.” — Kate Atkinson, Life After Life.
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“What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can only read a few and those perhaps not accurately.” – John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent.
Also now Pup thinks he might be into latex so uh thanks Zoolander 2.
Sometimes, when the weather is nice, I jog over one of these on my running route.
And, yeah, of course I’ve thought about it.
Pup and I are taking a road trip up north to see a certain bunny and have a weekend away.
Uh, Pup…
(You know why.)
Admit it, there’s a certain relief in knowing you’re not going anywhere.
I basically write some variation of this post once a month, but it never gets old: gagged kisses are the best. The fact that the person wearing the gag is the passive receiver of it, the fact that reciprocity is essentially impossible and any futile attempts at it are just adorable.
This is the only arrangement of a threesome that I have’t experienced (besides three men, but, well, I can’t experience that because of my gender identity beyond just observation) and the way I see it, it’s never too late to add a new resolution to the list.