I’m clawing my way to the finish line of February into the sweet relief of March.
I finished Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil by VE Schwab. It’s the vampire book I’ve been waiting my whole life for. It’s going to be my new favorite book for a while.
Sometimes the brain participates in screaming. Then I turn the music on on and scream along.
If I have a bratty little thing ruining my life and breaking my heart, I don’t have to think too hard about my further disabling disabilities.
Opening my door everyday to look at all the snow, saying ew gross then closing the door.
I have been sexboozled. It’s like bamboozled but there’s sex involved.
The amount of times I’m absolutely mortified throughout my day is excessive. I’ve trained myself to accept it and keep it moving.
All I have to do is move with love.
I’m really grateful to be myself. I got me this far, I think I can take it to the very end.
I really do want to learn how to play the piano to level up my brooding.
The tarot baddies really be getting me through some shit. Keep up the good work.
The Very Metal Christmas show was awesome. I can’t wait to hibernate now.
Placing my 30 year old American Girl dolls around my house for maximum jump scare. It’s midnight on a Friday and I’m bored.
I think for my Mistress for Christmas act, I’m gonna challenge myself to be super lewd with my fingers during my glove reveal. I’ve never done it before. I wanna strike it off my bucket list.
Hot and wild and free.
New fav burly pic by larry_photo_graph on IG at Kinktasia produced by @link-inc.bsky.social
Next show! Come celebrate the holidays ;) I may of heard you wanted a Mistress for Christmas this year 💀
Oh no what if disabled people weren’t resilient and were just normally bummed about life’s circumstances?! Where would people get their inspiration porn?!
I went to a party where every attendee was queer and autistic. There were name tags, introductions with pronouns and rules. It was the best party I’ve been to in a long time.
Chronic pain is the monkey on my back. Hello October slide.
Every sneeze is an agony. Rib slippage is the worst.
Yesterday was World Sight Day to bring awareness to blindness and visual impairment. In honor of the day, here’s some advice for you sighties out there. When greeting a blind or visually impaired individual, tell them who you are. You wouldn’t believe how much that helps.
I know life is long and boring sometimes which is where I somehow found myself reading reviews for Slim Jims. And wow. It’s an emotionally intriguing read with pleasant yet subtle pornographic vibes.
Getting older is a gift. And I know that sounds cliche or silly but it’s true. Fuck capitalism and the patriarchy for making us think differently.
My cat is old and sick and she sleeps hard. I live in fear that I’m going to reenact the Buffy losing her mom scene every time I go to wake her.
I am in fact who the princess and the pea was written about.
“We only drink at bars with rainbows.”
“Who said that?”
“You did.”
“Oh. Sounds right.”
It’s hard to channel my sexy seductress side when I feel like hot garbage. Least it’s hot.
I hate when I feel like I’m dying so I go to the doctor and they run tests and then say there’s nothing wrong with you. Awesome. I feel like death FOR NO REASON. Love that for me.
I did 100 squats today.
Telling me you love my vivid pink hair color and wish you could be so brave is not the compliment you think it is.
