I once kicked somebody out of my bed
I once kicked somebody out of my bed after he tried slipping his dick inside of me without a condom, and then whinged about how they “dull the sensation.” As if I give a fuck. Sex need not revolve around the man being pleasured at the expense of the lady’s health. He grew increasingly confused, grovelled, and began telling me how beautiful I looked as I dressed and demanded that he leave, immediately.
Girls: Don’t put up with that shit. Ever. Such behaviour isn’t good enough. You should never be coerced into compromising your health simply because some asshole wants to blow his load quicker.
Anonymous: what is latex clothing for? doesn't it feel uncomfortable?
(Reference to this post.)
Rubber fetishism is fairly common, however my attraction to latex isn’t sexual in the slightest. I like to wear it because it flourishes my figure and makes me feel pretty. I’d originally bought the outfit with the intention of wearing it to parties, but I think I’ll save it for Europe’s fetish scene.
The latex itself isn’t uncomfortable; it hugs the body and most of the time, I feel as though I’m nude. Though elaborate outfits (like the dress in the picture) are tricky to get into, and they can restrict movement. It can also be a sticky affair when the weather isn’t quite cold enough, because the skin has no chance to breathe.
Anonymous: could i ask what your hobbies & interests are? you seem like such a lovely and kind woman that fills her time with the endless possibilities of the earth!
Hobbies: Pole dancing, journalling, lighting candles and reading in my bedroom for long periods of time, meditation, taking long walks / trying my hardest to reconnect with nature. I recently started volunteering at a shelter for abandoned animals, and it’s been the sweetest experience so far.
Interests: Visualisation, manifestation, The Law of Attraction, self improvement, daydreaming. Feminist and sex worker politics. Health, nurturing my body, maintaining balance. Learning; I’m always eager to learn (— especially about spiritualism, finance and investment, the creation and management of small businesses, astrology and astronomy). Being a positive influence on my environment and the people around me. Indulging in simple pleasures.
PS: Thank you for the kind compliments. (Though I promise I’m not as soft or wonderful as I may seem. The internet is illusive.) x
❝ To wake, to kiss, to rub, to make love. To dream, not to wake fully, to make love.
(Rant re: self respect)
I will derive immense pleasure from maiming the next person who tells me I lack self respect because of the way I dance, dress, and pleasure my body.
Self respect, by definition, is about pride, confidence, and how much one cares for themselves. To me, this means indulging in things that bring me bliss, and nurturing myself physically / emotionally / mentally / spiritually. I could suck one cock or a thousand cocks and still respect myself. Sexual expression is natural and healthy. Get the fuck over it and stop using “no self respect” as an insult.
And by the way, if you genuinely thought somebody lacked self respect, wouldn’t you sense that something was wrong and ask if they’re okay? Attacking a person who already feels terrible about themselves seems like a really cowardly thing to do, if you ask me.
(Rant re: jealousy)
Why the fuck do women feel the need to compete against one another?
When I see a girl who’s confident, or worldly, or cute, I’m compelled to befriend her. Brilliance is magnetic; I love surrounding myself with people who embody beauty, intelligence, and success. Belittling and saying cruel things about other women’s accomplishments — even if they’re prettier, smarter, or wealthier than me — is the last thought to cross my mind.
Lately, I’ve witnessed far too many unnecessary attacks stemming from jealousy, and it’s such a shame. Criticising and envying somebody’s successes doesn’t draw you closer to your own.
This is exhaustion
This is exhaustion in it’s purest form. I wake up, and I am tired. I eat an organic breakfast and treat myself to a stroll alongside the river, and I am tired. I let strangers tongue my neck and bite my body and shove their cocks into my mouth, and I am tired. My time in this industry is depleting. I cannot walk to the grocery store without men ogling me; I imagine them coming into my bed, into my aura, and I grow nauseated. I’ve given myself three months to earn and save a further $50,000, so that I have the freedom to move far away from here. I can’t fathom being close to anybody anymore.
Anonymous: What were you like through your teens? I'm so curious. X
These years are a blur, for the most part. I was timid and socially awkward with dismal self esteem. My taste for manipulation and pathological lying developed quickly. I excelled in all subjects at school and was deemed “gifted,” “talented,” and “clever.” I was sexually perverted from a young age and angry, perpetually. My mother abandoned me at one stage when my behaviour became increasingly violent. I wanted to become a writer, a teacher, and a healer. For as long as I remember, I was severely depressed and addicted to thoughts of self-harm and suicide. I also fell in love.
Anonymous: At least you *have* been loved; do you ever think of that, and consider yourself somewhat lucky? And do you that this, that you have been loved, make you think that it - almost without a doubt -will happen again?
I think of this every day, without exception. I’m lucky to have been loved unconditionally, but I’m even luckier to have lost it. Now I appreciate the value of love — especially when it’s given with wholeness and innocence.
Whether or not I’m loved again isn’t up to me; I can’t control how others feel towards me. Maybe, maybe not. I’m certainly open to receiving. x
Anonymous: Are you a smoker?
Never, but I’m secretly turned on by watching men smoke cigarettes.
Diary entry, 5th of April
I can’t wait to be loved again.
Oops, I just entered myself into a wet t-shirt competition.