My superpower is rooted in the ability to shift perspective. Call it a defense mechanism if you will but I have unleashed the inherent power. Further than a sense of empathy, I can provide a fresh look from any angle. The cost for this is inability to blend in. I cultivate invisibility by hiding in plain sight and it works most of the time. If I’m ever spotted, I use my feminine assets to misdirect and then make a quick Irish exit. Continue reading Rimble Ramble
At very specific times.
I can see why ancient people
Believe sex is evil
Only takes a
dark
crusty
clot of blood
Dropping out of your vagina
After removing a
thick
swollen
wad of cotton.
Following days of passionate sex.
My period this month
Started early.
I blame the whole thing
On Mercury
But it’s more likely
My IUD.
Surprise visits used to
bother me
Knowledge is power
At sixteen
Before the internet was
a thing
A frightened young girl
Might see
Evil in blood
And swear never to do it again.
Right?
Stooping in the shower
Thumb up my pussy
Gliding around the cervix
Sussing out my G-spot.
Feeling extra clean.
DNA detritus
Pooling at my feet.
Happy to be
Right on track.
With what’s best
for me.
In college, I was known for having loud sex. Frequently. No one in the dorm mentioned anything to me. I found out when my dorm-mates complained to other people on campus. I feel embarrassed that I annoyed people unnecessarily because I’m usually quite polite. To this day I wonder why no one asked me to keep it down. When watching a loud television they’d ask me to lower the volume. If I blasted my stereo the complaints would be almost immediate. I realize sex is a touchy subject but the sounds I make are just noise. Thick, luxurious noise.
My working theory is they enjoyed the show too much to turn it off. Kind of sad really. I was the most entertaining person in the building. I only dated 3 different men the whole time I was there, so things could get creative. At the end of that year, someone left a book titled “Sex Ettiquette” and some lube outside my door as a prank. Joke’s on them because that’s when I discovered the joys of DP. I hope those girls went on to find their own sex to enjoy. I’m still enjoying mine at a loud volume.
Last week, I stick my finger up a guy’s ass during a blow job. He likes it so much our next date is buying a strap-on together. There’s more to the story but I think it’s easier to just get the important part out in the open. Talking about sexual exploration and actually trying new things are completely different actions. After many years of sexual repression, I’m making an effort to talk less and do more. Continue reading Pegging
This new video series actually deters me from trying out cosplay at PAX. I’m starkly off-center from the average con-goer and old fears emerge when I’m among them. Greatly enjoying all my new-thing trying, I still don’t excel in a large group. No reason to call any attention to myself. I tend to get bullied by Gamers. Just as a 4-year old is excluded from the 10-year old’s party games, it’s a circumstance that simply exists no matter how much she wants to change it. That’s how I feel, showing up late to the gunfight with my knife.
It’s so surreal in Seattle. People totally do brunch here but not the way churchgoing Southerns do. It’s much more casual. People leisurely get up and go out whenever they feel like it from 10am till whenever. The regimented waves of services attendees from noon to one on a Memphis Sunday means you have to get up and get your brunch before 11am if you want to enjoy it. Otherwise it’s a circus of socialites and the devout.
Restricting bars with indoor smoking to a 21+ rule forced every Midtown brunch place in Memphis to ban smoking. They couldn’t afford to lose the Sunday family business.
I’m observing a 10-year birthday party made up of young boys. About 50% Asian, notable only because it’s not the demographic of my hometown. They are scared of me and my lime green mohawk, maintaining a respectful distance. That’s slightly gratifying but my smile gives me away. I’m just a strange girl typing in the corner, here by the grace of adulthood. Why I’m here is irrelevant. Their opinion doesn’t count. Continue reading 9-year olds
You know that feeling when you wake up before you have to and you just don’t need to sleep anymore?
Me neither. Not for a really long time. I had forgotten what it feels like until today. I woke up with free time. Yes, it’s just as glorious as it sounds. It’s beautiful outside so naturally I decide to play a game. Continue reading XCOM 2: Embrace the Autosave
I’m back at the Highline again tonight. This time, all female comedy show called #loudmouthcunts. I happened on this show last month and enjoyed it immensely. When I saw a Memphian on the lineup for tonight I high-tailed it to Cap Hill after my Sunday drinking. Continue reading Loudmouth Cunts