My mother in law is staying with us and I want to gouge my eyes out. Since that’s happening it’s easiest for me to give tarot readings via Email, or conversely make me less miserable and buy Dirty Geisha perfume at House of Nepenthe. Need a voice fix? Lola on Lulu Catch me there or…
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The weird thing about me and Ume? I know that even if weʻre apart, weʻre still thinking of each other. Tonight, I realize just how much I care. Umeʻs been having family trouble and like usual I offered up some advice. Itʻs what I do, Iʻm very good at situations and figuring out ways around…
Moments. It’s funny how things can change, in the time it takes you to read this post even. Meeting Ume is one such moment. It’s me walking into a pub and somehow seeing him. It’s a beautiful thing. Rare like flipping a coin and getting tails every time. Ume… I felt it even then, talking…
Read Part One This quote describes how I believe Pritkin feels for me. “Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking…
I’ve been planning how exactly to write this post. I have drafts written in a notebook. It’s nothing major, no one died. I am just trying to work out my feelings, and I realize now. There is many ways to feel about the recent developments in my love life. I’ll begin by saying some cliches….
I wonder if Nightwing still reads this. If he does, I hope he’s eating his heart out because he misses me so much.<3 Know that I miss you but, I’m totally fucking whomever I please. The State of Smutville The Love Babykat, ah Babykat, she’s back at uni and she’s not with me as much…
Ever since I was sixteen years old I’ve had a desire to be a part of the BDSM community. My first lover was extraordinary. He trains his girlfriend to be Dominant without telling her. I was seventeen when we finally started dating. He was the first man to lick my pussy. No matter when I…
Or, How how I re-met The Doctor. Three years ago or maybe more I belonged to The Doctor. I mean belong in the sense, I was his bitch. I loved him, I’m never sure if he loved me. Not that it doesn’t matter, it does. There’s hundreds of other “my Master loves me, and only…