Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised
Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it
Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.
Ironically, I’m sitting in a submissive discussion at the moment (sorry, Morti… I’m paying attention, I promise!) about whether submissives are often considered ‘soft’ and ‘snowflakey’… if they always need refuge and healing, and if that makes us appear ‘weak’.
And even before I ended up at this discussion, I was listening to the song that today’s blog post is based around… so it’s interesting that this is the connection I made with this topic. Haha.
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She said where d’you wanna go?
How much you wanna risk?
I’m not looking for somebody with some super human gifts
Some super hero, some fairytale bliss
Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss
I want something just like this…
Well hello there. 🙂
Life has gotten sincerely busy, if you haven’t seen/heard via Facebook and how that all blew up. To any of my sponsors who did not receive the initial notecard sent back on the 5th of March, I am sincerely sorry. Thank you to those of you who stuck with me, or reached out to ASK what was going on. Those of you that care mean a lot to me, and are pretty much the sole reason I haven’t just walked away saying ‘fuck it’.
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