When you keep seeing discussions about “CBT” (cognitive behavioral therapy) coming up on your Tumblr dash, and all you can think about is Cock and Ball Torture.
Happened to me in conversation with a relative. Oy vey.
Being a female dom turned on by male subs and only finding the exact opposite.
Go to a sick ass underground S&M party. Have the most debauched night of your life.
Next day at work:
“What did you do this weekend?”
“Nothin.”
Is even worse when your family asks that.
Corsets in the summer. -holly-gonightly
Yes.
Mom : “Please tell me those scratches are from being attacked by a rabid cat last night…”
Someone at my sub’s workplace asked him something like that a few months ago.
(Source: wilwheaton, via anddeathsmiled)
mr zeitgeist: The Truth About Kinky Women -
This was written in response to a FetLife post. The poster was wondering why no one was responding to his profile or his entreaties to be invited to parties.
You want to meet a girl that you can explore your kinky side with. That’s wonderful.
Let me ask you something:
- Do you have a…
It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged in a more “traditional” manner like this. I feel like I’m stalled at this point in my life. It’s only recently, say in the past few months, that I’ve come to terms with the fact that I might be under a lot more stress than I was willing to admit to myself. And when I “admit” I mean like to other people, as it was my friends who began to express concern that I was not quite acknowledging overall impact that being an unemployed part-time student who is nomadic enough to have been described as “the wandering Jew” by a friend. And that’s before we talk about the family. There’s been a lot of things to worry about there - stepdad had two major operations (open heart and abdominal surgeries) within the past six months and we just learned yesterday that they need to do a third (though it is less invasive than the first two). And then there is my uncle who fought valiantly against leukemia (his second bout, the first occurred 21 years ago) for four months before losing to it two days before my birthday in April. He was like a second father to me growing up. Not only am I sad about losing a valued family member, but it dredges up feelings about my own father’s death roughly 10 years ago.
Every day I tell myself that it will get better soon and I’ll find a job and not have to live with the family anymore (we get along better when I don’t live there). I’ve been telling myself this for the past three years. My patience is running out.
I am thankful to have such wonderful friends in my life to help me through this very rough patch.
Pretty
(Source: moreboys)
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