“This is how we know the world: hit something hard, hit something soft, sit by a glowing window and watch the lighted storm swim by.” – Lisa Olstein, “Leopards Are Flexible Cats.”
hair
About a week after Sir and I broke up, I had a hair appointment and decided to be stereotypical and do something new and dramatic. So, I’ve cut about a foot of my hair off. It’s never been this short before. I like it, but I’m a little frightened of it. I don’t recognize myself in photos, sometimes not even in the mirror.
I like how gamine-like I look, and I’m weirdly getting taken more seriously in work settings. But it was oddly emotional watching it being cut away, to see it fall around me on the floor and then get swept away.
Sent a version of this photo to Pup a few minutes ago, and liked it so much that I took another. Sir’s hosting a play party in a bit and I’ve got my outfit and my collar on and I’m ready to go. This isn’t the one I am demo-bottoming at, but I’m still a nervous girl.
When you wake up and just like have really good sex. That’s definitely a thing.
“He sees right through me, it’s so easy with lies
Cracks in the road that I would try to disguise
He runs his scissor up the seam in the wall
He cannot break it down or else it would fall.”
3/3
Expressions I hate: sweater puppies.
In case anyone was curious what this looked like from the back.
I’ve been crazy stressed this week: I’ve got a pretty awful one-two punch of deadlines coming up. And as always to make everything worse, my body always kicks into all the yucky thoughts and the weird dysmorphia feelings kick in. It was really hard to take this photo yesterday, but I’m pretty glad I did.
When you take a bunch of photos and your favorite one is the one you took while you were trying to see if the lighting would photograph well.