I used to have some crazy fantasies like these. It’s funny how your mind can kind of push things that arouse you (in my case, danger, knives) to extremes so you can dive into it and find a happy, safe medium from the aspects of it that you enjoy.
knifeplay
Filed under: Knivy.
Does all better look like this, Dacry?
Last one to your bunk’s a rotten egg, Montecervesa.
I haven’t had any knife-related fun in quite a while now. This is actually kind of tragic. So, now I just get cravings. I get eager just thinking about it. My toes curl. My nerves feel rubbed raw. I’m fairly sure this is symptomatic of addiction.
Just was alerted that I got a new email. It was from a certain tumblrer who I admire very, very much. And who clearly knows me very, very well.
©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#251)
Cool weather means more candle rights?
Don’t flinch, dear.
I get a kick out of the fact that I’ve basically become synonymous with my love of knives and knifeplay. It’s funny how tumblr kind of finds a niche for people from the aspects of their lives that they emphasize. I’ve found that this site has a way of compartmentalizing aspects of its members. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I just find it amusing that, here, the things I’m immediately associated with aren’t necessarily things I would consider to be prominent aspects of myself.
But I’ve no issue with being Knivey Ivy. None at all.
The Knife II by ~ nena-suicide
Eaten alive.