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Boob Day: Better Out Than In
Let me just say: thank fuck Mercury is out of retrograde. No excuses but it always makes things tougher and requires more thought especially with communication. Loads of emotions lately and it’s not been the best nor most productive week but I’m trying not to hold that against myself. However, the question remains, would you hold me against you?
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Accidentally
I have always struggled to be fully present, it’s something I have been focusing on learning and fostering within myself for only the past year. I still have work to do. Due to the usual challenges, I was shocked and a bit delighted to notice this little row of four puncture points, one for each finger, on my right breast; proof that I had been so in the moment that I had actually broken my skin without realizing. This may seem a strange point of pride but it’s tangible progress and a beautiful little reminder of the moments they were accidentally created in.
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Chance of Flurries
The sky is filled with snow, not yet fallen, lavender clouds, mission unfulfilled, laden with infinite perfection in countless, tiny stars of ice. I am that snow: soft and silent, falling without memory or hesitation. A flurry of pale desire blankets us and your warm hands begin to thaw my frozen heart.
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BoobDay: Early Morning
You should be waking up here. Or me there. I want you at arm’s length or closer. Come to me. Stay awhile.
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BoobDay: Counting the Sleeps
This week has been a countdown since Saturday, measured night by night until I see him again. He’s new, I’ve held back from mentioning him here, but Reader, my heart is excited.
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Boobday: Battle
Fighting with my body, with my mind and heart, again. Looking for validation in strangers’ hands and mouths and jutting cocks. Swallowing air that feels like sea water, crying tears that feel like sand. Why wasn’t I born beautiful?
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BoobDay: Polaroid
She thrust the camera into my hands, it was heavy and older than we were. She lay back playfully, coy as she pulled up her shirt, pert tits wobbling softly.
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Boobday: Offering
Come closer, burrow in against me, muffle the sounds of the rain with your body on mine.
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Boob Day: Outtake
This photo was never meant to be a feature. Imperfect, forgettable, lacklustre.
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Siren
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown. WB Yeats
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Boobday: it feels like Friday
It’s been quite a week: libido in overdrive but creativity in major drought. In both senses I’ve felt a bit scrambled.
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Boob Day: Unrestrained
I discovered a new hashtag on Instagram yesterday …