Gemma Rae

A selfie of Gemma Rae wearing a sheer purple lace top and heavy eye makeup, they're leaning on a leopard print bed spread, grinning at the camera around a chunk of cake in their mouth and throwing the horns. They're limned in neon pink light, and behind them on the wooden floor is a camera tripod, a soft box video light, and another tripod with a video light on top.

Get you the kind of friends that make late night gluten free blueberry muffin-cake to share with you while you shoot smut in their house. 😭
I fuckin love you
💚 @takahanazawa.bsky.social 💚

A screen capture of the headline and first paragraph of a pcmag.com article. Headline reads: Altman: Anything You Say to ChatGPT Can and Will Be Used Against You in Court First paragraph: In a podcast appearance, Sam Altman says it's 'very screwed up' that OpenAl is legally required to retain chats, which could include your most sensitive stuff."

ACAB includes ChatGPT

Gotta sling that yakamein to beltalowda on Tycho Station, sasa ke?

And on the other side of things, there are sweetheart regulars who do things like bring me books. This time it was beautiful Taschen art books from their Library Of Esoterica. 🥺

a man is laying on a bed using a laptop and a tablet Alt: A gif of Colin Robinson, the energy vampire from the tv show What We Do In The Shadows. He is laying on a bed on his stomach, propped up on his elbows and using his phone while kicking his feet, he is surrounded by open laptops and turned on tablets.

Gif is what I picture when I figure out I'm talking to a time waster.
"I'll bring an extra 3k so we can have fun!" 🙄
"Let me take you out for a drink!" 🙄
"You're the only one that caught my eye!" 🙄
*sends dick pic equivalent of a cat bringing you a half eaten mouse* 🙄🙄🙄🤦‍♀️

I intimately know the hell of finding sw tolerant payment processors, but I stg! If Tryst could find an easy way to charge just $1 for clients to view a provider's contact info, I wholeheartedly believe it could cut down on time wasters trying to psychically vampirize us by orders of magnitude.

Client: You walk like you're listening to music.
Me, shutting the fuck up: Thanks, it's the violent neurodivergence that fux my proprioception, so I have to be hyper-aware of every muscle I move at all times so I don't just walk into a damn wall. It does give me a bit of a swagger! 😶

It's time for us to STFU on the internet, the men know too much. We told our business all over the place, and now I just saw an assistant at my physio's hit another with a "Good girl", knowing *exactly* what he was doing. YOUNG MAN, NO. Absolutely not. You're not responsible enough for that yet. 😤

I am the exact opposite kind to whatever neurodivergence makes Noise shows appealing. Only comedy open mics give me more second-hand embarrassment than I get from watching people stand around and intently watch someone else twiddle knobs until random arhythmic chhchhhchhhxtzzz and boops come out.

Me too. I've had two treatments and so far and it's a weird one. Definitely not my drug of choice, but if it helps my brain, it's worth it.

Being dx'd with "treatment resistant depression" and not "You & yours are being hunted for sport by shockingly stupid meglomaniacal oligarchs" is pretty whatever. But Medicaid approved me to do ketamine about it and I bet that would piss off Musky, so, what the hell, let's fucking go!

I'm over here, just completely doomed to focus on the further implications. But it's a good distraction from how poorly I take a compliment, I guess. 😆

Can I be honest? I've lost track of the # of times a date or client has told me, "Wow, you're even more beautiful than your pictures!" & 100% of the time my first thought is, "WTF am I doing wrong with my photos?!😤"
Is this just a thing ppl say? Am I having a tism about it and it's not literal???

A screen capture of a conversation between someone and Gemma. The first text says: No, a "suck ur butt" or however you say it lol. Gemma's reply reads: "Suck ur butt"?! 🤣🤣🤣 I'm dead! You've killed me. RIP me. 🪦

A while ago one of my favorite regulars was giving me a ✨️look✨️ at the end of our appointment, then said I must be a witch or a demon or something. I told him I was a succubus, because, I am. Then I get this gem when we were chatting recently... 🤣

Succubus, suck ur butt, whatever, I can do it all.

"I Shaved My Pussy For Disappointment: and other such mediocre tales from in-person sex work"
Well, I made decent use of my freshly denuded undercarriage at least, after this false start. 😆

A photo of a cardboard box of sundry dented cans, in the center is a massive can, with Gemma's hand touching it on one side (for scale). The label claims it is Tapioca Pudding, Artificially Flavored, and it has been aseptically processed for your safety. It has a net weight of 108 ounces, or 6lbs 12oz.

Or 6lbs and 12ozs of artificially flavored tapioca pudding ("Aseptically processed for your safety"), STIR WELL BEFORE SERVING.

A photo of a highly questionable food product labeled BIGS Cheese Burger sunflower seeds.

The Salvage Store, a place like no other, where can be found such bewildering delights as Cheeseburger sunflower seeds.

A still from sketch comedy show The Whitest Kids U Know showing Trevor Moore seated and mid hand gesture, looking very earnestly at the camera as he explains that it's illegal to say "I want to kill the president."

🤔

A shot from below of Gemma's tits, with gold leaf covering their nipples.

Mardi Gras season means going to bed with your nipples still gilded because you're too fucking tired to figure out removing the liquid latex! 😭

Anyway, DAD's Ball was a blast. LSD Clownsystem is amazing.

Oh, no, he's the one that gets corrupted. Or rather, it's all already lurking within him, but the right person breaks his rigid self control, and out comes all of the angst and the primal, possesive, punishing daddy dom. 🫠

I've been surviving the NOLA snowpocalypse by listening a smutty book series and playing video games. I'm a little iffy on the writing in this one, but damn if it isn't painfully reawakening my Catholic Priest kink. 🫠
...Which is a weird one to have as an agnostic witchy Jew, but here we are.

This harrowed little crab speaks to my soul.

As the birthday ticks to a close and I go through the messages to find all sorts of fun stuff to send back to folks, I am, as always, delighted by all of the sweet, strange, sexy, heartfelt, and hilarious offerings that have been made. I highly suggest that others should try this game too!

Thank you! 💚💚💚
There was no plundering today, the cold weather says, "Stay under the furs and by the fire", but Mardi Gras season is upon us, so there's plenty of time for debauchery between now and March!

A photo of Gemma Rae next to a block of text. The photo shows them in front of a gold wall, seated in a lounging fashion on a bed with leg pulled up, a lollipop held in one hand, and a slight smirk on their face directed towards the camera. They're wearing fishnet thigh highs with a built-in garter belt, a lacy black and blue matching bra and panty set, and a black denim vest. Magenta lighting from one side limns their skin in pinks and purples. Text reads: It's my birthday! Thursday, January 9th. as is tradition, the game is: Send me something! Literally anything! From now, Wednesday night, until Friday morning, just gimme what you got. Art, poem, haiku, selfie, random photo, meme, gif, video, dark secret, bad advice, good advice, short story, dad jokes, info dump, just send me something you want to share. This includes nudes, lewds, dick pics, and sundry smut, from now til Friday, my consent is freely given and no judgment made. Just know, whatever you send, I'll send you something back along the same lines! Message me on wherever or email birthdaylupercalia@gmail.com Text (504) 298-8867 You can also pin some bucks on me: Cashapp: $theartofgemmarae

For the past 4 years I've played this game for my birthday, so play with me, send me something and I'll send something back! I've also made my OF free for the week because I get my pleasure from being a giver, and this is how I like to celebrate! 🥳

I bungee corded a collapsible camping fan to a tin chair and then zip tied my phone to it in order to create the POV effect of me lifting the viewer's chin with my sword. 😆

I don't go to Trader Joe's to shop, I go to have an existential crisis about whether or not that adorable queer cashier (they're ALL adorable queers!) was actually flirting with me, or if there's something in the employee handbook that mandates they all just rampantly rizz up customers.

A photo of a cereal box that has colorful graphics of leaves and a photo of vaguely fruit shaped cereal in a bowl of milk. The text on the box says: Trader Joe's Tiny Fruity Cuties. Sweetened corn & oat cereal.

New gender neutral greeting (Hello there, all my tiny fruity cuties!)? A good name for my entire friend group? Or just generally Trader Joe's employees?

Tis the season where New Orleans groundwater finally gets COLD, and the bidet goes from, "Ah, refreshing!" to "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I GUESS I'M AWAKE NOW!"
Nothing beats that morning cup of coffee like being suddenly, rudely rimmed by a frost giant.

Jfc! I'm sorry. The worst people seem particularly emboldened right now, and I expect it's only going to get worse.