Are you happy?
Are you happy?
2022-12-11 02:26:04 +0000 UTC View PostSince 2020, have you started spending more or less time online?
2022-12-09 05:00:24 +0000 UTC View PostHow do you feel about your porn consumption?
2022-12-08 05:00:20 +0000 UTC View PostIf you had to describe yourself as one
2022-12-07 05:00:30 +0000 UTC View PostIf you could keep the lessons but remove the memories of your last relationship, would you do it?
2022-12-06 05:00:24 +0000 UTC View PostThe Scar Story ***TRIGGER WARNING - MASOCHISM & BL••D*** I had a tattoo that I got on some weird whim as a token for a partner. As I was getting it, I knew it wasn't what I wanted. Not in how it looked or what it meant or who it was for. But I still went through with it. I wanted to wear it as some sort of badge of honour for the time I was going through. Fully knowing in the back of my mind it would evolve later in life. Cut to: Years later and deeper into my mas0chism, I decided it was time to go. And to close the loop of what it represented, I wanted it to hurt as bad as it did to let that life go. So I opted to cut it off. I contacted a human who had modified my flashbag in the past and asked if this was a thing he was still willing to do. Months later I m3et him in the back of a tattoo shop with a head full of false ideas and big ego. He quickly informs me that what we're doing is off the books, not a joke, and that I should probably focus less on my phone and more on getting into the zone. I took that seriously. But nothing could prepare me for what came next. I expected an intense tattoo. I expected a sensation similar to something I already had in having my flesh p|erced, cut and marked in the past. But this was exactly what it promised to be - flesh being sliced into with a scalpel. The initial tattoo was an outline - which meant there needed to be two to remove it. Typically I deal with pain with music and breathing and humming and as much meditating as I can find. This process required screaming and moaning and just accepting that each time the metal touched me, a new uncontrolled sound was going to come out. At some point when we took a break, I heard two girls come into the shop and decide to take the plunge and get their belly buttons pierced. Then my sadist steps back over and informs me we're about to enter the sawing phase. Right...it's got to come off. So as the tw33ns settle themselves in the other room, I start having a crossover between an exorcism, orgasm and near d3ath experience as he slips the blade between the layer of flesh and fat or whatever comes next and begins to drag it back and forth between the two freshly opened incisions that have already started to pulse. I made sure they were gone before I came out. I have absolutely no idea how long it took. You could tell me 5 minutes or 50 and I'd believe both. In those states, all time collapses and the only thing there is is "now". Which is exactly why I love that dance. After I collect what is left of myself and take a look at what I've discarded on the table, the kinky fucker I enlisted to do this to me looks and me and goes "I suppose we could have used the lidocaine..." That's what I get for opening my mouth about what I could take. And as if that was it...after all that...comes the aftercare. Which SOMEHOW manages to be worse. But we'll save that for another time...
2022-12-02 05:00:33 +0000 UTC View PostSexual Energy Experiment: Do you understand your desires? There is a difference between something the brain wants to think about and something the body wants to experience. Many times a fantasy takes an extreme form in the mind because revisiting and even joyous rumination creates space for depth to form. What the mind is open to experiencing is only limited by what feels safe inside. When in the physical reality, what the body is open to experiencing is what feels safe both inside and out. To get in touch with these sensations, it's best to know what registers as a "fuck yes" and a "fuck no" in the system. Experiment: Sit with yourself. Get as quiet as you can. If your version of quiet means music, that works too. But come to a place where you can listen to yourself. Place one hand on your chest and one on your belly and out loud ask your body "okay body, show me a fuck yes." And then pause. Take note of the sensations. Of the changes in your breathing, your heart rate, your shoulders. Where did your mind go? Take note of it all. And then thank it all. Whatever it was that showed up. And let it go. Get quiet again. And when that returns, ask out loud "okay body, show me a fuck no." Pause. What changed? Where did the tension go? Where did your mind go? What creeped in? These sensations are not definitive, but they are helpful in understanding our state in any given moment. What our body is capable of is on a constantly fluctuating spectrum. But getting in touch with the naturally engrained signals of an in the moment "yes" or "no" is the first step on the forever journey of getting weirder.
2022-12-01 21:25:07 +0000 UTC View PostRight now it's hard to know what up is
2022-11-30 18:38:06 +0000 UTC View PostMy forever favourite. I had only worked with this photographer once before and we kept it incredibly tasteful and typical art nudes. This time I decided to bring a bit of my own flare with the wardrobe. I kept the posing pretty modest and tried to keep it to what I knew humans usually did in these spaces - which wasn't sexual. And then I don't know if I forgot where I was or just said some sort of subconscious "fuck it", but I got really big and bold for a second and this was born. The photographer remarked and it immediately became one of my favourite images of myself. And to this day it remains as such. Technically. Collaboratively. Energetically. Grateful this exists.
2022-11-29 18:43:05 +0000 UTC View PostOnce upon a dainty domme...a little white girl liked to play dress up. It made her feel strong and powerful to see a different aesthetic reflected back from the sense she felt inside. And then one day she realized she felt a lot stronger barefoot than in heels..and lost the boots. And then she realized she felt more capable in motion...and lost the leather. While I love how this looks...it doesn't make me feel the strongest. When I am standing naked, barefoot and I hold the attention and respect of the room - regardless if we are creating content or sex - that is when I feel strong.
2022-11-28 18:41:03 +0000 UTC View PostMasturbating over my underwear on the garage floor while a group of strangers watch. As one does...
2022-11-26 05:01:40 +0000 UTC View PostWhat makes you feel masculine?
2022-11-25 18:36:06 +0000 UTC View PostOh look...I've fallen on the river bed and can't get up and all my clothes seem to have disappeared...
2022-11-23 18:36:04 +0000 UTC View PostJust some casual creek yoga... As one does...
2022-11-22 18:35:04 +0000 UTC View PostAnd this being my friends backyard is why BC > Ontario
2022-11-21 18:34:06 +0000 UTC View PostNot seen: The mouse guts I had just stepped in...
2022-11-20 18:34:03 +0000 UTC View PostNo spine? No problem. Narrator: That's a lie. There would be many problems...
2022-11-19 18:33:01 +0000 UTC View PostFor some reason the short hair + lipstick has been a calling combo...
2022-11-18 18:32:02 +0000 UTC View PostWhat's something about cock's you think everyone should know?
2022-11-15 18:31:05 +0000 UTC View PostI refuse to winter and am confident no snow will touch these tits this year. If you feel like contributing to year two of my nomadic life, your generosity is always appreciated (and rewarded with butts).
2022-11-14 18:30:06 +0000 UTC View PostOn my first DMT trip, I didn't blast off. I grounded down. And I purged. While spinning through the ethers, I was also puking my guts out. The opposite of an enlightening experience. Afterwards I felt myself equal parts frustrated and mad. I had grounded. I had opened. I had paid. I wanted to be broken open. To transcend and have my ego death. I wanted to be changed. The human holding the space asked how I felt and I communicated some of this to her. She responded "You're so grounded down that you've forgotten you have to choose your light." I played that again and again in my head for the next two years. I had become so conditioned to moving through suffering and sensation that I forgot to "enjoy" and to see "new", I can't just expect it to take me. I have to choose it.
2022-11-13 18:29:04 +0000 UTC View PostI still think masculinity and femininity is way more of an internal thing. Having a rubber dick in my underwear makes me feel more like a hazard than a boy. Running a meeting? Negotiating a contract? Saying no with confidence? That's where I feel my big dick energy.
2022-11-12 05:00:23 +0000 UTC View Post