For a number of years I’ve had regular tasks and goals, which were set me by my owner. Now I don’t.
Tethys (aka m’Lady) and I are no longer owner/property – although we are still very close and are working out what our relationship is going to be in the future – and so I no longer have those goals and tasks set for me.
No longer am I regularly doing various hole expansion exercises, hunting down porn clips in certain categories, trawling tumblr to find images ey will appreciate. I’m not putting my google-fu to the test by finding out who it is starring in certain images or videos. I’m no longer required to journal nightly (although I still journal when I choose to and/or need to). No longer do I ensure I have my collar ready to put on, and clothes taken off, before we skype.
At the very end of last year, I opened my email and was absolutely delighted to see a message from Molly (of Molly’s Daily Kiss) asking if she could interview me for her new podcast, the KissCast. Of course I said yes – how awesome was that?
So in early January we got together on Skype and talked enthusiastically about many things, the end result of which is this, the fourth episode of the KissCast. (I recommend the others as well – they’re great listening!) Molly was a wonderful host who asked great questions about all sorts of things. Between the laughter there may even have been some answers!
I’ve been thinking about labels again. It’s one of those things I keep coming back to, not least because it impacts so heavily how I perceive, and am perceived by, the world. Labels are everywhere, and pretty much unavoidable.
A lot of people really dislike labels, feeling limited by the boxes they’re placed in. Which is understandable – who wants to be crammed into a musty overused damp square that is nothing like who they really are?
For a long time I was uncomfortable with the term ‘queer’ – at least when it came to applying it to myself. Despite knowing that many people regard it as an umbrella term for those of diverse sexual orientations and gender identities, it didn’t feel like it was a label that was right for me.
I’m quite particular about my labels. I really like to have them, with the proviso that I have chosen them myself – and I write them on removable stickers, in pencil! So sure, I’ve plastered myself with pansexual and polyamorous – either of which is enough for various friends to tell me that the label suited me. But I needed to work it through for myself, to see if it was a term I could come to terms with, reconcile to my sense of identity.
Do you love your body? Far too many people don’t – so when Express Magazine asked me to write about body love – at every size – for their recent fashion issue, I was delighted to do so.
You can click here to read the article on the Express website, click to enlarge the image, or simply scroll down. And let me know what you think.
(The amazing body paint you can see more of here and here and here!)
I was delighted when I won a session with Studio X a few months ago – I’ve spent years admiring their work at various Erotica Expos. Getting to see how they worked in person was fantastic, and the shoot itself was awesome (get naked and have someone take photos of me, with lots of props to choose from? Don’t mind if I do!).
There were 163 pictures taken in the end – and we got to look at all of them that very day, relaxing on the sofas, looking at them on the big screen and snickering at my occasional bizarre expression and oohing at the frequent amazing photos. There were a solid 100 or so images I would have been delighted to take home and put on my walls, or indeed put on this blog. I wanted so many of them!
Does anyone else have their own theme-song? You know – the one song, that whenever you listen to it, feels thematic/resonates with your life? And cheers you the hell up to boot!
Me, I most definitely do – which is good, as it means I have something to write about. I’ve had a theme for as long as I can remember, and while it has changed a few times, I’ve had the same one now for the best part of twenty years.
S – L – U – T
I don’t care what you call me
Wearing high heels or PVC
The sun beats hot and sultry upon my purple skin. As I caper delightedly across the sand, sharing the joy of loving your body – and loving mine as well – I revel at being out in public wearing naught but paint and accessories.
What do they see? A goddess? Rolls of fat that disgust them? An amazing parasol shading a vision? A body that’s not normally expressed? Positive or negative or something in-between?
Today is my birthday – and I am a grown-up hobbit at the grand age of 33. Even if I only have hair on my big toes…
The first 3 1/2 hours of wakefulness have gone well, as my beloved Apollo has treated me with hugs and tea and toasted cheese muffins, and awesome Hedwig presents (as well as fans. Good in this heat). He and Hylas have been plotting and scheming together about plans for the rest of the day, and it sounds like it’s going to be lovely.keep looking »