Sometimes I feel like all of my history needs to be erased. It feels too heavy to carry around, even though there is nothing hefty in it. No bags of leaden hate or fury. No suitcases full of regret or sadness. None of that.
And yet it still feels like I carry too much with me, colouring the world with it in a way that makes me feel like I’m trudging through a swamp of treacle. Dragging dead weight behind me for no good reason.
Oddly the weight is often comprised of sweetness and love. Those things that were once … Continue Reading
22M, Illinois: Hello Mistress. Can you lock me up in a dog cage/confinement for a night or longer?
Me: Yes I can. Bring the cage here. To Australia. I await your arrival. Do not contact me again until you get here.
Him: How long can you keep me in a cage?
Me: YOU CONTACTED ME AGAIN, YOU RUINED [email protected]@@!!!
*block*… Continue Reading
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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~
Is it hate? Am I a fraud?
On Rape Fantasy
~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~
sex, surgery, celibacy
Sex, Death, and … Continue Reading
I have boxes that I move from one place to the next, leaving them unpacked and unused. They contain my journals from the days when my triumphs and failures were written down painstakingly by hand. Endless pads and notebooks lie untouched in there. They also contain photo albums of yore, from the days when you had to take film into the camera shop and have them developed, and photos were expensive and precious.
I was looking for a couple of old photos the other day, unsealed the boxes, the musty smell of disuse wafting out. I flicked quickly through some … Continue Reading