Dear one, Yesterday I was telling you, I want to go down on our mutual friendly acquaintance / acquaintancely friend. They’d mentioned that they weren’t going to the May Day event to work, but to get laid. “I’m not going to DJ unless someone is sucking my dick while I’m DJing,” they said. Surprised, I
Lately I’ve been feeling lonely. It’s a social sadness in my body, mostly related to missing my mom. I’m sad missing my extended family of origin. Sex is definitely comforting, meeting a different social need. My spouse and I did a Valentine’s Day photo shoot, and I like the nsfw photos. celebrate Yes, it was
I felt ashamed that no one wants to date me. I made an advert on Lex and felt sad when no one responded, other than spammers. Why the shame, I’m not sure. Rejection is embarrassing–I do have playground trauma, being perpetually chosen last for the baseball team. Or old old danger from thousands of years
I wanted a man. What did I want him for? I wanted to share a significant love–I wanted to matter to him. I wanted to do something advanced and long term. He thought about it. My sexual desires got mixed into all of this. His sexual desires, not so much? It brought up pain about
I looked down and liked how my own breast looked, where my shirt shifted and exposed part of its roundeness, up against my fat upper arm. You can also see a hint of my leg, and a hint of my tummy, with the blue clothes covering parts of me. Do you think it’s pretty too?
content warning: fat shaming I’ve written a lot about learning to love my fat body, over the years. This is a good overview I found in my drafts folder recently and cleaned up. I hope it communicates well my life with fat and my journey of finding truth. survival I used to think fat equals
I felt pretty naked, yesterday morning. Thank you to my spouse for the pic. My shoulders are good to grab–my ass is wide and trustworthy. My back is strong, and I’m substantial. After the pic, he took off his clothes and made love with me. The beginning was extraordinarily cuddly and sweet, with soft kisses
I asked my spouse to photograph my tummy. But he had to go out, so we were planning to have a photoshoot later. But then he left, and I photographed my own tummy. I like what I saw. My tummy is white and smooth. Usually I see it with my breasts–they’re large, super-pretty, and steal
If your sense of who is sexually attractive is based on advertising from when you were eight years old, it might be time to reevaluate that. I know people who their pinnacle of sexual beauty is based on commercials they saw thirty or forty years ago. I get left out of that, since the way
I wrote you a letter a few days ago–trying to explain how my ACE score is 9, which gives me weird problems. I was abused and neglected in almost all the possible ways, as a kid and teenager. The ideas I learned about the world, and the coping strategies I developed before the age of