Pink when you’re blushing inside, baby Pink is the truth you can’t hide, maybe Pink like the folds of your brain, crazy Pink as we all go insane I’ve never been a huge fan of the colour pink. Call it internalised misogyny, a fear of being lost in oppressive gender norms or reading as too…
I bought new slutty clothes because my old ones don’t fit. Some of the new ones didn’t fit either, but I’m used to that. Even when I’m at my thinnest my tits will be too large for about two thirds of the clothes I try on- zips won’t do up, buttons strain, velcro fastenings meet…
Just take me with a pinch of salt Break me, don’t give a thought Shake me to the very core Go and play with me until you get bored
This gag is a belated birthday present from my most esteemed friend and comrade @Katelessons. Thank you, gorgeous! As soon as I fastened it I had a very strong impulse to get nearly naked and take pictures, and after a dry spell as dusty and mean as 2020 thusfar that was enormously cheering. …
I received some rope in the post today (non- essential? A little bit of fun is very essential, I think). I adore breast bondage but haven’t had any rope or a partner for a while, so on occasions I’ve had to improvise with stockings and the like. I think the effect is quite pleasing.
New home. Fairylights, wooden floors and a high bed. Same old tits, though.
She’ll be back one day.
I flew back to England last month wheeling an almost empty suitcase behind me. With the incipient change of the season I needed to supplement my wardrobe with a coat or two, hoodies, boots with a decent tread on them for when the Siberian winds start blowing in and the cobblestones freeze over. I spent…