This post is mainly to remind myself that having a crush on Joseph is a stupid idea of epic proportions.
Didn't stop me from spending twenty minutes googling him, though.
I am an idiot.
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I'm a 20-something feminist switch who tends toward the sub side, living with my hetero life mate/fellow switch/husband, and just trying to figure out what the hell's going on. This is a sex blog, but not strictly a sex blog, because sex is but a part of my life, even though it all ties together. Since I do talk about sex and other related topics, this blog is for adults only, please.
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I'm a 20-something feminist switch who tends toward the sub side, living with my hetero life mate/fellow switch/husband, and just trying to figure out what the hell's going on. This is a sex blog, but not strictly a sex blog, because sex is but a part of my life, even though it all ties together. Since I do talk about sex and other related topics, this blog is for adults only, please.
A helpful list of who everyone else is can be found in this entry.
30 letters
ass
beatings
biting
blogging bullshit
body
bondage
breast torture
Chris
clamps
clothespins
collars
communication is a good thing
corset
crop
cuffs
desire
domesticity
feminism
flogger
food
french on the bottom
french on top
friends
fuck the patriarchy
gagging
geekery
hair-pulling
Hal
head-breaking
health
identity
Jay
Joseph
kink philosophy
life
men
nipples
nog
not cool
paddle
pain is GREAT
philosophy
processing
progressivism
projects
public kink
pussy
Rabbit
ranting
rape culture
relationships
rooooope
sex
shoes
sometimes I am stupid
sometimes I point and laugh
tits
toys
Vinnie
what the fuck
whinging
why did I open my mouth
work
Things I Read
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2 comments:
Been there, done that. Sometimes I do it again, the emotional equivelant of jabbing a hot poker in my eye.
Yeah. It's one of those things where I know I definitely shouldn't do that, and then I go and do it anyway. See also: looking at train wrecks.
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