An Assignment

Sir ordered me to write a list and post it up on here, in addition to keeping a google doc where I could add to it when I thought of more. But, here it is so far. I think you can get an idea of the topic fairly easily:

I feel owned when we are in public and you reach over and just start playing with my hair.
I feel owned when you say “yes” – strangely, more than when you say “no” – maybe because I knew I would get it but I still had to ask.
I feel owned when I do the tasks you put on my calendar, especially when they’re menial, vanilla things like having to paint my nails every Thursday.
I feel owned when I put my hair up to go work out and your marks are on my neck.
I feel owned when you remind me that it’s my bedtime.
I feel owned when you call me “your girl.”
I feel owned when you have me plug myself before I see you and when you push on the handle of the plug through my clothes in public to make sure I followed your orders.
I feel owned when I get really subspaced and you know exactly how to take care of me and exactly how to push me deeper.
I feel owned when you kiss me sweetly right after you’ve fucked me hard.
I feel owned when I try to hide that I am into something or that I want something, but you know that I like it right away.
I feel owned when I realize that I have no secrets and I like it that way.
I feel owned when I almost call you “Sir” in a vanilla situation.
I feel owned when you make me cum so hard it’s almost embarrassing.
I feel owned when I catch myself fantasizing about collars with the kind of excitement and interest that I have never had for them before.
I feel owned when we’ve been messing around a bit and you find I’m soaking wet and ready for you. And then show me.
I feel owned when I remember that I don’t get to curate what you see of me, as you once told me, and I’m finally getting comfortable with that idea.

Thursday Thoughts.

Because you all tend to like when I make lists of random shit.

Bon Iver Erotica is one of the best things to happen to tumblr. So much hilarity. Like this. And this. And this.
I always knew I liked Werner Herzog. His sense of humor in this letter entrances me.
I am so happy that Sharon Needles won RuPaul’s Drag Race. I would’ve been glad if it were Chad, too. But I think Phi Phi is a horrible human being and, in the words of the dynamic Willam Belli, I will not rupologize.
Also, it always saddens me when the cast on RuPaul’s Drag Race (the best show on currently on television, coming in a close second to Arrested Development as far as in the history of television) talks about their families disapproving of their sexuality, not talking to them, etc. I feel privileged for the relative ease with which my immediate family accepted my bisexuality and, God, I just can’t imagine doing that to my kids. Honestly, I think I’d just embarrass the crap out of them if my future children came out by baking a cake and being all over the top about it. I think my future family would have a strict ask-tell-hug policy a-la Very Mary Kate’s. But, seriously, I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about having children (because woah scary), but I know I’m going to be proud as shit no matter what sexuality they identify as so long as they’re good people.
I went to the gym with Blue the other day and found out two nuggets of information: he’s broken up with Byron (which is super sad because I liked them together and also no more sleepovers for me so super boohoo) and apparently Flex tried to pick him up the other night. Sometimes, I get tired of how small my campus can be sometimes in terms of how easy it is for everyone to know everyone else.
Thank you all for such a positive reception of the debut photograph of my boobs coming out to tumblr society. I went back and forth on it quite a bit for a really silly “oh God what if someone recognizes my nipple” paranoia I had. But, I’m an exhibitionist and public exposure turns me on. And it was fun. And also the phrase Tuesday Boobsday was too much fun not to use.