And so I’m going back home todaaaaay for the holidaaaays.
And seeing Sirrrr tonightttt.
And so I’m going back home todaaaaay for the holidaaaays.
And seeing Sirrrr tonightttt.
Me: Anything that affords an exposé into the Ivy League is always massively successful.
My friend: Like what?
Me: …can’t think of anything off the top of my head.
Craftsmate: Apparently there’s a nerve on the neck that slows heart rate when compressed, and there’s a very very low chance that it might stop the heart if you’re being choked.
Me: Wow, that’s something.
Craftsmate: Yeah and I thought breathplay safety was all just about the breath.
Me: All my fetishes are far too dangerous.
Craftsmate: Anyway, when you get the chance you should probably ask your physician to get you screened for risk because some people may be more susceptible.
Me: Risk for what?
Craftsmate: Choking-related risk.
Craftsmate: Hmm does [Ivy University] have a sports physician?
Craftsmate: You can be all like, “yo im thinking of getting into a martial arts that uses a lot of chokeholds, can you tell me if that’s safe for me”.
Me: …
Me: My life isn’t a real thing.
So, tumblr, I mentioned I made an okcupid account. I’ve decided to chronicle the experience on here because whatever I want to and it’s my blog wah wah I promise I’ll post porn, too.
I had my first date on Saturday. He looked great “on paper”. We met in a fairly large city that he works in and I live pretty close to. It left a lot to be desired.
The date. Not the city.
Among the issues were:
So, no, tumblr, I will not be taking out Mr. Finance for another date. He hasn’t called, I have no desire to reach out to him, and frankly I’m fine with that. I weathered the day while maintaining my politeness and staying pleasant (I didn’t even drop a single f-bomb), so I think I deserve a gold star for showing up, being lovely and getting to see an awesome art installation for my troubles.
Hello, world.
During yoga tonight, before we released our hips, the instructor mentioned that people store a lot of pressure and emotions in there.
And so, of course, I release and out comes one of the loudest cracks I’ve ever heard my body make.
Nice job being stressed in the summer, self.