December 2011
My Poor Followers
The people who followed me for the kinky smut are probably going “whut.”
And then the people who watch me for the artsy-cute-drawing-ness and anime are scared way when I get back to the smut.
And then there are probably those who like my more morbid/dark/fetish-y phases..
I wonder if I confuse people.
Link: Some thoughts on sex positivity →
tacit.livejournal.com
A lot of folks use the terms “sex-positive” (usually in reference to themselves) or “sex-negative” (usually in reference to people they don’t much like, or society as a whole), but rarely seem to define exactly what those terms mean. There’s a lot of heat surrounding them, but very little light, and I’ve seen a lot of conversations in the BDSM and poly communities turn into “I’m more sex-positive than you” slagoffs. Go out on the Web and it doesn’t get much better; a lot of the definitions I’ve seen offered up for sex positivity don’t really seem to be well-formed (the rather dreadful Wikipedia article makes it seem like little more than no-rules hedonism, whose adherents get down with one another “with few limits;” sex-positive activist Carol Queen sees sex-positivity as recognition that there are “millions” of sexual orientations, and then goes on to talk about it primarily in terms of gender politics). These kinds of conversations seem to dance around the most important ideas behind sex-positivity without actually addressing them head-on, and I think they paint sex positivity in an erroneous light.
November 2011
A Polyamorous Fairy Tale
Once upon a time there was a person. This person loved the world and everything and everyone in it. As this person grew older they became close to those around them and developed strong loving bonds. These bonds were sometimes physical and sometimes not. One day, this person lost someone they cared for very deeply against their will. The other lovers in their life supported them.
It confused the person that while they were in so much pain they were also so filled with love. So the person pushed them away, but then realized what they were doing. Their loves welcomed them back.This cycle continued, but those that stayed formed a loving family filled with support and strength. Eventually this person had a whole family, each supporting the others when they, too, lost someone they loved.
And so they all lived together, happily ever after, loving the world through all of its complications, strife, and pain, because they knew that the world would return all the love they showed by giving them every opportunity to see it at work.
… ; ; <3 So sweet. It’s inspiring.
Artists
Where do artists get the idea that they have to be dissatisfied with their work in order to succeed? Grow?
Can we not be lead by fascination? Awe? Joy? Curiosity? Camaraderie? Love?
“There is no art without pain.”
Fuck all that. Of course pain and hardship are part of this life and of course if fuels some of our work, and we grow through it.
But to portray artists as long-suffering martyrs to misery is just creating a lot of grief, in my opinion.
C'mere, Blowjo! C'mere! ^.^
Just caught a Pokemon, and I wasn’t allowed to call it blowjob…
So he’s called blowjo instead
… I think I love you.
Love and Hate
A heart at war
Tell me all,
Then tell me more.
And I know
It’s a whole lot to swallow,
But be a good girl.
Gotta prescription to follow.
And I
And I.. Don’t want you.
I don’t want you.
Anything but you.
But you
Anything but you.
Please, just take me away.
No weed?
Mint green tea will work in a pinch.
<3
I thought I'd never say this..
But I could totally use some weed.
Would dampen the pain.
Get rid of the nausea.
Return my appetite.
Let me sleep..
Basically the main symptoms of whatever I have.
Uhng.