Hm. I’m feeling crafty.
mouth
Dear Riley Shy,
I am developing a crush on you.
You make this face a lot. It makes me wet. You’ve also got this little hint of a Southern twang going on. This also makes me wet.
I just thought I’d let you know.
Best,
Ivy
I’ve been told I can be a bit tough to break down. I’m never really actively aware that I’m putting up a wall or being in any way cold, but apparently I can come off that way a lot. When I was younger, I got told a ton that I was “intimidating”. I’ve walked away from encounters and realized that I may or may not have taken a few steps to nearly castrate some poor guy. It’s a big oops.
I guess I’ve never really been that great at just being gentle. I’m told I come off as aloof or disinterested. Sometimes even a little harsh or biting when I try to make a joke. But, for all the obsequiousness that’s otherwise in my nature, I apparently don’t “serve” very well in the world of normal flirtation. In fact, I come off as incredibly dominant in either my way of taking control of a situation or my way of somehow coming across as distant.
There’s a lot of people who get intrigued by that. Some for good reasons, some for some pretty crappy ones. But, either way, I find it fascinating and hindering that I just can’t seem to be quite as vulnerable as I am when I submit. This is probably a hugely good thing, but the fact that I can’t even get myself to muster up a small fraction of that vulnerability isn’t always appealing.
I’d like to pretend I’m saving the best for last. But, something tells me that underneath a lot of the bravado I’ve got, I might still just be a little scared.
“The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish drying on sand," Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale.
The Kitchen Sessions #2
(An Intimate Alchemists original)
I just got done talking to my bestie, A. She is putting serious consideration into ending her relationship with her boyfriend for a variety of reasons that would keep them still on friendly terms, but are honestly just not appropriate for this tumblr. So, I tried to give her advice and remind her that I’ll be there for her through the entire thing. I care about her immensely and I am so flattered and glad that she turned to me for support on this.
However – and feel free to call me a terrible friend, a bad influence, what have you – I’m looking forward to all the trouble we can get into together again now.
I show, you tell. You observe, you interpret, you misinterpret (sometimes deliciously).
It’s true that odds aren’t how you win most games. It’s how you play.
And you just don’t play fair.
Either he’s just hit the spot or she’s just figured out the punchline to that joke he told at dinner.
The world may never know.
Either way, she’s saying “oh”.
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
James Deen: The answer to my mother’s insistence that I just find myself a nice Jewish boy.
Sometimes, he’s just going to have her lie there with her mouth open, waiting for when he is finished. He’ll do all the work himself and she’ll just have to taste it. It’s not the preferred arrangement, but sometimes she needs to be reminded that it’s not all about her.