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Apr 14
I’m not always the most regular poster as sometimes things get busy, and sometimes we all just need a Tumblr hiatus.  I’ve noticed some new followers, and am enjoying combing through your archives and posts.
While I’m not always the most consistent blogger, I’ve been here a while and do have an extensive archive full of all sorts of themes, memes, and treats, as well as some more personal insights. Je parle aussi français :) 
So welcome to my open-minded, pervy and sometimes over the top spot on the web. Enjoy! 

I’m not always the most regular poster as sometimes things get busy, and sometimes we all just need a Tumblr hiatus.  I’ve noticed some new followers, and am enjoying combing through your archives and posts.

While I’m not always the most consistent blogger, I’ve been here a while and do have an extensive archive full of all sorts of themesmemes, and treats, as well as some more personal insights. Je parle aussi français :) 

So welcome to my open-minded, pervy and sometimes over the top spot on the web. Enjoy! 

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“Maybe it’s just in America, but it seems that if you’re passionate about something, it freaks people out. You’re considered bizarre or eccentric. To me, it just means you know who you are.”

Tim Burton   (via seattledarling)

Story of my life.

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TOURMALINE, MAN! I mean, that shit is awesome. See previous post. I sound just as crazy there as I do here. It wouldn’t be the first time.

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Mar 13

motif-xs:

Boardwalk Emp (The Brian Jonestown Massacre) - Straight Up And Down

Do I sing along [as in make up my own fucking song] to the clip they use in the Boardwalk Empire intro? You want to fucking bet I do. 

*downloaded*

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Feb 27
I put myself on a Tumblr timeout for a little while. You know what they say - cant say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. 

Being really smart just gives me lots of decadently incisive ways to say not nice or constructive things, when really, the onus is on me to prune and curate. Don’t worry, though, my sensual side is alive and well. I take *very* good care of myself!
Paul Rader
I put myself on a Tumblr timeout for a little while. You know what they say - cant say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. Being really smart just gives me lots of decadently incisive ways to say not nice or constructive things, when really, the onus is on me to prune and curate. Don’t worry, though, my sensual side is alive and well. I take *very* good care of myself!

Paul Rader

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Jan 9
I haven’t been on Tumblr that much before the holidays or since, and I just want to take a moment to say that I really appreciate the comments, the reblogs, and the new followers. I’m not always the most consistent blogger, but I’ve been here a while and do have an extensive archive full of all sorts of themes, memes, and treats, as well as some more personal insights. Je parle aussi français :) 
So welcome to my open-minded, pervy and sometimes over the top spot on the web. Enjoy! 

I haven’t been on Tumblr that much before the holidays or since, and I just want to take a moment to say that I really appreciate the comments, the reblogs, and the new followers. I’m not always the most consistent blogger, but I’ve been here a while and do have an extensive archive full of all sorts of themes, memes, and treats, as well as some more personal insights. Je parle aussi français :) 

So welcome to my open-minded, pervy and sometimes over the top spot on the web. Enjoy! 

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Nov 19

secretsecretboudoir replied to your photo: Heh. Which one?  There were times when I was…

That is the very best we can hope for, isn’t it? To evolve beyond the experience of the previous generation somehow..to change the paradigm…to make different choices for our lives, to hopefully influence the next generation in a positive way. XO

Absolutely! I feel as though I am incredibly lucky to have been able to move beyond these experiences. Truly, it has allowed me to mourn the losses, and comfort that part of myself that didn’t really understand what was going on at the time. 

One of the biggest realisations for me was that there was nothing I could do to change another’s actions towards me. I couldn’t change their behaviour, get them to say or do the things I wanted them to do (or not do). And so I had to look at what  I could control. 

I then became more mindful of which behaviours stemmed from my familial experiences, and tried to ease away from behaviours that were destructive, or that got me no where. I decided that I needed to think for myself. That instead of ending up being something, based on my experiences, I could dictate what I wanted to become. I’m very proud of where I am today.


room42 replied to your photo: Heh. Which one?  There were times when I was…

so many of our stories are like this - thanks for sharing

I write about it because something triggers the thought - an image, a memory, a realisation. I also right about it because, for so long, I wasn’t allowed to tell the truth. I had to be quiet and stoic, in order to preserve the family I did have. 

I also write about it so that others realise that they are not alone. As time goes on and you become responsible for your own life and choices, you can decide to be healthy. It’s taken me some time to get to where I am, and it’s taken a whole lot of letting go. It’s taken me recognising that no one is responsible for my healing but myself. I see some friends that have gone through different issues with their families or their upbringing, and how holding on to the anger and pain poisons their lives. It’s insidious, and hurtful.

I’ve made a decision in my life to move towards the good. To take care of myself and to invest time and energy into healing myself. It has absolutely been worth it. I feel like I am now able to process the pain and sadness, rather than just holding onto the hurt. I feel like I am stronger and more honest for it. 


Nov 18
Heh. Which one? 
There were times when I was little where this was so tempting. The sadness and utter bewilderment overrode the anger, though. 
I’m *so* grateful that as an adult, I’ve realised when it was finally safe to mourn them, and those experiences. It took me a long time, I felt, to let go of the safety of being a ‘victim’. There was a small part of me that harboured the feeling that something had been done to me. It was the only way I knew how to cope with some profoundly shitty situations, and some hard losses. I realised that I needed to let go of the hurt, and of the victim role, but I wasn’t sure how.
I was in my early twenties when I began to re-frame the situation, to see how complex it was, and that it wasn’t my fault these things happened. I could see that, in both cases, the deck was stacked against all of the players involved.* I could finally see that things could have actually been much worse. It didn’t make it hurt any less, but it did allow me to let go of a bit of the pain. 
When I was little, I used to think it would be so much easier to have two dead fathers. At least then it’s finite; you know where they are, there’s no second guessing. There’s no waiting for all the maybes you hope for to come true, and no reckoning with the fact that, for whatever reason, they just don’t want to be a part of your life. Both my father and stepfather were estranged. I was lucky that, with my stepfather at least, as he got healthier, I could appreciate that he was finally living the life he had always wanted. As he continued to change his life and make healthy choices, we were able to repair our relationship a little. It’s unconventional at best, but, it’s what I have. 
Another thing I have is the ability, as I’ve gotten older, to decide what is healthy and right for me, relation-ship-wise. To explore, and to define my own rules. While my early experiences of relationships were coloured by my mother’s experiences, and my own, I’ve had to push beyond that. I have worked hard to move beyond a super-human self-reliance that can alienate others and a wariness of other’s genuine commitment. It has been a struggle. It has been hard. It can be done, though. Incredibly enough.

*Undiagnosed/untreated mental health issues for my father, a whole host of issues for my stepfather, capped off by addiction issues following a serious accident

Heh. Which one? 

There were times when I was little where this was so tempting. The sadness and utter bewilderment overrode the anger, though. 

I’m *so* grateful that as an adult, I’ve realised when it was finally safe to mourn them, and those experiences. It took me a long time, I felt, to let go of the safety of being a ‘victim’. There was a small part of me that harboured the feeling that something had been done to me. It was the only way I knew how to cope with some profoundly shitty situations, and some hard losses. I realised that I needed to let go of the hurt, and of the victim role, but I wasn’t sure how.

I was in my early twenties when I began to re-frame the situation, to see how complex it was, and that it wasn’t my fault these things happened. I could see that, in both cases, the deck was stacked against all of the players involved.* I could finally see that things could have actually been much worse. It didn’t make it hurt any less, but it did allow me to let go of a bit of the pain. 

When I was little, I used to think it would be so much easier to have two dead fathers. At least then it’s finite; you know where they are, there’s no second guessing. There’s no waiting for all the maybes you hope for to come true, and no reckoning with the fact that, for whatever reason, they just don’t want to be a part of your life. Both my father and stepfather were estranged. I was lucky that, with my stepfather at least, as he got healthier, I could appreciate that he was finally living the life he had always wanted. As he continued to change his life and make healthy choices, we were able to repair our relationship a little. It’s unconventional at best, but, it’s what I have. 

Another thing I have is the ability, as I’ve gotten older, to decide what is healthy and right for me, relation-ship-wise. To explore, and to define my own rules. While my early experiences of relationships were coloured by my mother’s experiences, and my own, I’ve had to push beyond that. I have worked hard to move beyond a super-human self-reliance that can alienate others and a wariness of other’s genuine commitment. It has been a struggle. It has been hard. It can be done, though. Incredibly enough.

*Undiagnosed/untreated mental health issues for my father, a whole host of issues for my stepfather, capped off by addiction issues following a serious accident


I seek out and am grateful for the people in my life that allow me to take off the mask, and express the various aspects of my self.

I seek out and am grateful for the people in my life that allow me to take off the mask, and express the various aspects of my self.

(via obsequiousness)


Nov 13
To each their own. I grow it, I shave it, and I don’t want tO hear about it. When I see this picture, all I can hear is body snarking about ‘girls these days’, ‘expectations this days’, ‘men these days’, ‘you’re not feminist these days’ … Tumblr is at once a blessing, and a fucking curse. When I see this picture, all I can think of is how fucking good it feels when I’ve shaved or waxed completely. I’m an all or nothing kind of girl, none of this tokenism for me - fucking postage stamps or landing strips. I hate the in between. That being said, because of my make up, I’m fair and really not prone to growing much fur to speak of, so maintenance is minimal at the best of times. As a feminist woman with a full grasp of the biological purpose of pubic hair, I still love the contrast of baby-bottom smooth and bare. The feeling of being completely and utterly unfettered, naked and exposed is disarming and delightful. It’s not a visual thing for me, it’s nothing to do with fashion, or expectations (except when it is), or conformity. It’s because it feels fucking incredibly good. It’s not because I need to fulfill some porn-fueled dream of what women should be, it’s because it makes me wet. It makes me slick and silken with desire. It’s because the shock of difference, the complete exposure, causes my own body to turn itself on, and heat itself up. So when I see this picture, all I can think of is how good that would feel, and how soaked that mesh would be.

To each their own. I grow it, I shave it, and I don’t want tO hear about it. When I see this picture, all I can hear is body snarking about ‘girls these days’, ‘expectations this days’, ‘men these days’, ‘you’re not feminist these days’ … Tumblr is at once a blessing, and a fucking curse. When I see this picture, all I can think of is how fucking good it feels when I’ve shaved or waxed completely. I’m an all or nothing kind of girl, none of this tokenism for me - fucking postage stamps or landing strips. I hate the in between. That being said, because of my make up, I’m fair and really not prone to growing much fur to speak of, so maintenance is minimal at the best of times. As a feminist woman with a full grasp of the biological purpose of pubic hair, I still love the contrast of baby-bottom smooth and bare. The feeling of being completely and utterly unfettered, naked and exposed is disarming and delightful. It’s not a visual thing for me, it’s nothing to do with fashion, or expectations (except when it is), or conformity. It’s because it feels fucking incredibly good. It’s not because I need to fulfill some porn-fueled dream of what women should be, it’s because it makes me wet. It makes me slick and silken with desire. It’s because the shock of difference, the complete exposure, causes my own body to turn itself on, and heat itself up. So when I see this picture, all I can think of is how good that would feel, and how soaked that mesh would be.

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