I've spent this morning saving all my posts from Cohost and putting them all down in a file and I've think I've amassed a collection of poems that I could consider publishing. Now it's just the "okay, I have this, what now" question in my head.
"You don't really talk about Korius much." Because there are only so many ways to discuss my fractured heart and the empty chairs in this room. There is only so many ways to describe a haunted house I constantly flee from. I can only focus on the quiet longings so long before becoming overwhelmed.
Kink is political. It amazes me sometimes just how many politically regressive people engage in kink space because for a lifestyle that embraces freedom and mutuality and autonomy, they certainly don't practice it in real life. It's all just fantasy roleplay to them.
Giving the alpha a back massage and grabbed out my anatomy and physiology textbook to assist me with muscle groups and positioning and was having doing diagrams. If I don't end up a nurse, I'll do massage therapy. Or maybe just do both and moonlight.
That "day after" feeling you get after getting fucked that just lingers on and on.
I fucked at a party for once in my life. I'm usually too nervous but I guess I was just struck by the mood and managed a little bit of fun.
