Perched.
taken by sir
But actually the only bruising Sir could get on Old Ironsides were those two little dots you can see from the tips of his flogger, as well as the faintest lines ever.
So he found a “better” use for the riding crop.
“Better” is of course subjective.
Maybe not quite on theme here but this was the coziest bed I’ve ever been in.
“There is, I think, a fear of love.
There is a fear of love.” – Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin.
Morning fog.
Because I’ve got an app now that lets me watermark photos so I don’t even need to put them on my computer.
And because I promise I’m not letting my crazy ruin an amazing evening.
And because this might be my favorite (dirty) photo of us.
Sir and I are somewhere special. It’s his anniversary gift to me and it’s amazing.
He was trying to take pictures of me showering and be sexy. When I saw them, I proceeded to freak out because I can’t win.
I haven’t worked out very much since I’ve been visiting him which has made me a little nuts. This was the only photo I was basically remotely okay with and it sucks that I can’t just relax and enjoy myself here and have a fun, sexy time with him.
Fuck.
I think my aesthetic sometimes hovers between trashy and sweet.
Hi, tumblr. Happy New Year.
I have resolved to make serious progress on my negative, harmful relationship with my body in 2015.
Part of this is a little project of posting a “new” (never before posted) picture of myself to this tumblr every day. This one’s from earlier this month, but I’ll try to keep them fairly current.
Yeah, it’s a little navel-gazey. But I think the act of photographing myself and sharing myself will give me the clarity of a healthier self-perception and the accountability to face my body every day and be like hey I don’t want to be enemies anymore.
So, here’s to 365 photos and getting closer to wellness.
I spent most of yesterday collared and plugged.
It was a good day.