-
Prism
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
-
Every Damn Day In June – Day 1/30
Every Damn Day In June is back and I’m so glad. Last year I failed miserably at posting every day but this year I am determined to make it all 30 days. The discipline of writing is an uphill struggle for me and I’m still learning how to know when to push myself to do it even if I feel blocked versus when to acknowledge the feeling and come back to it another day to try again. Incidentally, you will probably learn a lot more about me over the course of the month. I’m not sure how you feel about that! I have said before that if you know me…
-
#LiFE Week 19 Round Up by @RebelsNotes
Thanks for another great week, everyone! I continue to be impressed, inspired and humbled by the images and words that you share. I have received so many touching DMs and emails from people expressing enthusiasm for this meme and it fills my heart to hear the stories of what some of you have overcome and learned about your selves and self image through lingerie and sensual self expression. I hope that this safe space holds value for you like it does for me, I hope that reading, viewing and/or participating is positive, empowering and meaningful for you. *hugs if you’d like them* A quick reminder: next week is a theme…
-
#BoobDay – Vice
TGIFuckingFriday: I need a long nap, a hard fuck, a stiff drink, a slow dance, a steady hand, a quiet mind. Pour me another one and let’s take our clothes off. Vice is where the Devil finds his darlings Boogie over to Hy’s site for more boobies!
-
Blueberry Pancakes
It would be a beautiful afternoon, cloudless, bright and blue. I’d check into our hotel room around the time your plane arrived, knowing you’d have security to go through and the short cab ride before you’d swipe your card in the door and it would close behind and suddenly we’d be breathing the same air in the same room. I imagine the moment would be imperfect, your text from the lobby would be delayed or I’d have had a moment of anxiety, standing and sitting and pacing and sitting again, “acting casual” but rushing to the door at the last moment, both of us freezing in action as our eyes…
-
Mercury Rising
Gemini season has me deep in my thoughts and less in my feelings, which for a Pisces fish-witch like me is a strange place to be. I’m brimming with ideas and plans, a strange and eager momentum is building; things are happening. So many details, so many little considerations to stitch together to make something beautiful.
-
Lingerie Is For Everyone – Week 19
Hello Lingerie Lovers! Welcome to our 19th week of celebrating a diverse array of bodies in lingerie, proving, affirming and reminding the world that lingerie is for everyone! If you’re a regular reader and/or contributor, welcome back! If you’re new, feel free to slip into something more comfortable and join the party below! This week’s Round up will be by the incomparable Marie (@RebelsNotes on Twitter) If you don’t follow her and read her work, you are missing out. She also hosts some amazing memes and Smut Marathon. She’s a great friend, wonderful supporter of the sex blogging community and a true inspiration. Check out her blog here! Lingerie…
-
Meet Yourself Where You Are
I’ve received some very cruel feedback about my body in the last two weeks, all anonymous, all online. At first I was mystified that such cold words didn’t affect me more; there certainly was a time when I would have been utterly devastated. What these comments afforded me was the opportunity to look at my body objectively, and what I found currently was a body which, like all other bodies, regardless of size, is constantly in flux. Our bodies are not static. They are ever changing, and forever giving us new and important information. My body does an awful lot for me. Sure, it doesn’t rock climb or run very…
-
#SOSS – Sorry, Not Sorry
Every week I feel guilty if I don’t do a post for Share Our Shit Saturday. On weeks that I have my own shit together enough to share my love of other writer’s shit, I still feel guilty. I love the concept of #SOSS and #FF and all the celebratory shout out prompts and memes that keep many of us motivated and engaged in the community. What I don’t love, is seeing how much we judge ourselves and our contributions. Every week, someone, usually several someones, are apologising on Twitter for not doing an #SOSS post or only commenting on a handful of #SinfulSunday posts, or not getting something written…
-
We Sing Our Bondage Freely
We have seen nothing; We are beastly, subtle as the fox for prey, Warlike as the wolf for what we eat; We make a quire, as doth the prison’d bird, And sing our bondage freely. – William Shakespeare Click here to see all of my BoobDay posts Show me more BoobDay submissions from other bloggers
-
Tender Hearts
“Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.” Voltaire
-
The Healing Power of Ritual
I have always craved ritual, craved it in a deep and significant way, for as long as I can remember. My entirely secular upbringing, by unsentimental ex-catholics, meant that nothing felt sacred, nothing had any pomp or circumstance to it. The idea of imbuing an object or practice with significance or creating ritual was absurd to them, it was a trapping they had both wrenched free of as adolescents and they could not fathom, and would not indulge, my desire for the opposite. I craved the richness and anticipation of ritual and found tiny ways to privately ritualize everyday things. I romanticized simple chores and tasks and took time to…