I closed my eyes last night, and I thought about what I like best. Not of the world, or of my life. Simply of myself. I’m indulging in asseessing what I love most, just about me. Tonight, I’m loving me. I love my eyes, that hold a secret. My hair, soft, full, and rich. And …
The years you spend unhappy, the years you spend swallowed up in pride– you never get that time back. I would love to lie and sell you a fantasy, but you’ll only wake up from the dream and it will turn into your nightmare. And so I ask this of each and every person out …
it’s rarely too late, but you can never get back time Read More »
I have a brief history of the term “unicorns.” This is a larger scale complaint. The truth is, unicorn hunting extends far beyond monogamous-couples-opening-up-to-find-the-perfect-amiable-bi-girlfriend-with-no-expectations-and-desires-of-their-own. Unicorns exist beyond polyamory, doncha know? I don’t care which unicorn you are going after. Could be the mythical, impossible bi girl that is equally into you and your primary …
I won’t lie. I’m not great at finishing (well, except for that). I like to start up a project– but I often give up halfway through, or, worse, right at the end. Like, college. Or building puzzles. I’m working on a puzzle that’s currently sitting on my “puzzle table.” It’s my third one in a …
message to my friends, don’t give up when things are going WELL, either!, a Read More »
Some women see their scars as flaws. Some accept them as a part of life. I…love my scars. They are memories drawn on my skin. I have, in fact, a soft spot for the differences that are my scars. Because you may not realize this little known fact about scars, but at least in my …
I think I want a fake relationship. Or I don’t. Or I do? I know that every time I hear about a “real” relationship, teensy shivers flee up and down my spine. A “real” mom? A “real” love of my life? Ugh. I know what “real” mothers, “real” boyfriends, “real” girlfriends, etc are like. I …
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“A full person is always more than the sum of her parts and she is beautiful.” Someone wrote this on a piece I stumbled upon. I’ve seen the sentiment elsewhere, which is why this stuck with me. What a lovely thought. A full person, surrounded by friends, love, everything, is beautiful. She may not have …
No, I won’t give you my whole cookie! Call me spoiled, a little, a brat. Do as you please. I am not going to feel bad for only give you part of my cookie. This is my only cookie. It’s very special to me. I don’t want to give you 100%! I don’t want …
I’ve not met her, my “perfect” domme. I confess my tastes and standards are specific. I seek “lifestyle” dom(me)s,
