This is an older photo, taken back in 2010 on my 32nd birthday. Not as old as I’ve made it look, though! I adore the view of Auckland behind me in this shot, and I’ve edited to make it look like the old pictures in my family photo album. If my parents had been up Mt Victoria in Devonport before I was born and taken a photo? Then this is similar to what the picture would look like, I think.
I felt like playing with animations today, and there was a set of photos Tethys took during my visit last November that I thought would work well.
(This is from the same daytrip to Kinglake as in this post – just a little further up the trail, in fact!)
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.
While I love to be naked, if I’ve put clothes on then knickers are generally a part of the package. It’s pretty rare for me to be without them, be it beneath jeans, a skirt, or a dress (sarongs are an exception – fuck it!). So it was a tad strange to me to be out with m’Lady for a visit to Kinglake National Park, fully clad in skirt, singlet, socks, sneakers, sunblock and parasol… but without anything between my legs except, well, me.
I have a lot of appreciation for holes. I know, you’re all shocked by this! So when I found a manhole cover out in the subdivision, I knew the time had come to grab this location.
If you’re going to cover a hole up, you just know I’m going to squat on it until it’s available
What’s for sale? Not me, no – this plot of land here! Remember that great subdivision where Hylas photographed me with the sharing sign? That’s right at the top left of this first image (if you can’t quite tell? Just click through). And it was full of other excellent opportunities for scavenging:
It was extra bonus wonderful to be showing off a newer parasol of mine, as well as my smile!
New Zealand isn’t huge on flags like some nations – but there are still a few around. Enough that you know you’re in New Zealand and not Australia (who have a similar flag – we have four stars; they have six). Places you’re always guaranteed to see the New Zealand flag in Auckland (provided it’s not too windy) are on the top of the Harbour Bridge and in Cornwall Park. Oh my! That’s where Modesty Ablaze, her hubby, and I met up for lunch
… just because I could, because ‘bleachers’ is a category in the Scavenger Hunt, because it was the Pride Parade, because I’d had two drinks with vodka in them and was somewhat tipsy, and why the hell not – I did what I so often do and flashed at an inappropriate moment.
Which was so much fun! Once again Hylas took some great pictures – and I really didn’t know that the balcony of the International Foodcourt on Ponsonby Road could safely hold that many people!
Last weekend was the Auckland Pride Parade – the first parade celebrating the Rainbow community in Auckland for 12 years, since Hero was pushed out of operation. So it was fantastic to be able to attend!
I had been invited to take part with the express crew, but declined – as the long walk down Ponsonby Road, in addition to the crowds and music, would have been too much for me. Instead, my wonderful editor hooked me up with tickets to the GABA GlamStand, so Hylas and I were able to watch in comfort with a brilliant view, all with a complimentary drink to boot.
Over time I’ve been slowly working my way through my archives – making sure all the older posts from blogspot are formatted correctly, and that all photos are re-uploaded with my watermark. Which means I’m continually coming across posts I’d forgotten I’d written, and pictures I’d forgotten I’d taken!
Just this very week I was delighted to discover a post from 2010, full of pictures of this delightful corset and the lacy pink parasol shown last week. I note that I know how to tie the corset ribbon better these days – but it still looks just as lovely either way. What do you think?keep looking »