Pup and I are headed to our first munch in our new city today. It’s been over six months and we feel about ready to branch out into the kink community here.
I’m so, so happy to be going with him. I had to do this by myself in the last new city I moved to, and it’s amazing to be able to have him by my side for this situation.
But I’m still so flipping nervous.
truly the purest thing I’ve ever seen is watching my husband and my boyfriend tag each other in excessively complimentary memes
On par with you, me, and @piper-doll throwing @bbykittentoes a surprise bday party last night tbh
Not gonna lie like one of the number one things I miss about my old city, besides having constant access to Leo, is the fact that Leo called Pup “brother” all the time and they’d hug a lot and have really beautiful conversations with each other and ughhh my heart
SO WE HOSTED THANKSGIVING THIS YEAR AND AH, THIS HAPPENED.
Pup’s Father: Sorry we turned up so early. Turns out we can’t check in until 4.
Me: That’s fine, don’t worry about it.
Pup’s Mother: We’re staying at [hotel that I went to with @doctortease to do that scene where he put a speculum in me and I clenched so hard I pushed it out]. Have you heard of it?
Me: [nearly chokes on my drink]
Pup: [trying his damnedest to keep a neutral expression and not laugh]
Me: Yeah, ah. It’s very nice.
Me: Hey, I dozed off. Why didn’t you wake me? Didn’t you want to get to the bar like half an hour ago?
Pup: I assumed you were getting ready.
Me: What?!
Pup: I don’t know. It usually takes you two hours to put clothes on.
Somehow this evening went from Pup saying “that’s a cute shirt” to us fucking on the couch to him cumming all over my chest.
Oldest trick in the book?
Me: Your beard is getting long. Gonna trim it soon?
Pup: Nah. I wanna grow it longer. Maybe braid it.
Me: Why are you doing this to me?
Pup: This has nothing to do with you.
Me: How long is this going to last?
Pup: I don’t know. At least a year.
Me: Well I’m not marrying you with a fucking braided beard.
Pup: You don’t want to marry me if I look like a viking?
Me: No, not at all.
Pup: That’s the spirit.
Me: You’re terrible.
A little under two weeks ago, Pup and I loaded up our U-Haul and drove to our new city. In the intervening time, we’ve set up our home and gotten to know our neighborhood. Later today, we’ll drive the last of the cardboard boxes that held our things to recycling.
It’s bittersweet to leave the place I called home for the past four years. I got my Master’s there. I found my career and my passion there. I met friends I’ll hopefully have for the rest of my life. I fell in love there. Twice. (I’ll get to that story sometime.)
I know I haven’t been very good about updating this tumblr. When I first started it, I was uncomfortable with living my life as the person I knew I was inside. It gave me a space to be that person, and I have been eternally grateful for what it’s allowed me. But more and more, I’ve found myself able to finally be that person in my life. I never, ever thought I would be able to say that. But I am finally, truly my full authentic self, and I feel as though I have the upper hand in my basically lifelong battle with shame. So, I’ve needed this blog less and less.
I’m excited to continue on this journey in this new place. I am still hoping to update this blog. But for the people who’ve asked if my inactivity is a sign of things going wrong in my life, it is quite the opposite.
Thank you for all the support, kindness and candor you all bring to this site.
Ivy
Pizza
Pup and I went out for celebratory pizza tonight because today was a very, very special day.
I mentioned back in February that we’re moving to a new city. Since then, we’ve found a fantastic place to live and started to firm up on the details of our move. Today, I sent in my acceptance for a job offer from a place I really, really, really wanted to work. Like it still hasn’t entirely sunk in yet because, ahhhh, omg guys.
I don’t want to get too specific, but this is meaningful work that has an actual, relevant real-world impact. There’s actual potential for me to advance in this field. Also, it’s the kind of work where once I walk out the door, I’m done until I come back the next day. (At my current job, it’s basically impossible not to take work home, such that I don’t have “real weekends.” It also involves a lot of unnecessary, basically unpaid emotional labor that I am pretty ready to be done with.)
I am so excited to do something with a tangible impact and to have more time for myself, for my social life, for my hobbies and for whatever the hell else. (Yeah, that means you, tumblr.)
“I wish you wouldn’t hit me so hard,” I whined. “I need to build my tolerance back up.”
“Baby,” Pup said. “How do you think you build a tolerance?”
