I put my armor on, show you how strong how I am
I put my armor on, I’ll show you that I am…
Where has old Sia gone? The Sia that wrote empowering shit like this? No, I’m not going to spend this blog post talking about the dumpster fire that is the movie ‘Music’… but know I’m not happy with it. I’m just saving that for when I feel more ranty.
Continue reading “Confession .341. I’m So Powerful, I Don’t Need Batteries To Play…”
One less spark from a flame
One more heart beat away
i think i lost Your scent after the rain
i’ll find You when O/our paths cross by the gold mines…
i’m not used to not getting what i want in dance. And as self-centered as that sounds – let me explain. i’m not used to competing, as i don’t do so very often anymore. Most of the time, i’m performing in a theater with a group of like-minded P/people, just for fun and the love of dance (and sure, the tips don’t hurt). It’s not often i put myself out there to be judged anymore… and yesterday reminded me why.
Continue reading “Confession .263. Breathing Half A Breath Since You’re Away…”
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Sets you off ’til you scream, “Piss off! Screw you!”
When it talks to you like you don’t belong
Or tells you you’re in the wrong field
When something’s in your mitochondrial
‘Cause it latched on to you…
Here’s your advanced warning that i’m also blogging this tune tomorrow. It’s been stuck in my head for days now, and i did today’s photo with it in mind, however, i’ve also got something in the works with some Sweet Thing awesomeness that makes me think of this song too… so… you get it twice in a row. Sorry, not sorry.
Continue reading “Confession .226. Venom, I Got That Adrenaline Momentum…”
Gonna wear that dress You like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to Your heart beating…
So… yep, you guessed it… this is a thing that happened. Blogging while bound.
But that’s ok… because this post is actually going to be a writing assignment that Master gave to me. Because while I’m still in the mindset of “Fuck this shit, I’m free of people watching me,” what could possibly be a better time to do an in-depth look at roles in D/s and M/s relationships here on this blog?
Continue reading “Confession .139. Let Me Show You How Proud I Am To Be Yours…”
Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers cause you’ll never take the blame like me?
“Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?”
I just love how… harsh and raw this song is. I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged it, like, 600 times, but it’s in my head lately because I’m pretty sure I’m going to dance it this weekend at the invitational Display of Riches in Teehra, so I’m trying to work it out. It’s just kinda short… so some… finagling…
Sorry. I might’ve gotten lost in music land for a bit.
Continue reading “Confession .129. Low On Self-Esteem, So You Run On Gasoline…”
Lost girls…
Lost girls find a way…
We ❤ RP is opeeeeeeen! And let me tell you, I was super excited to see some of the items.
Bittersweet in Your mouth…
Can You stomach the doubt?
I wish I could say what I’m feeling…
I’m scared to let these words out
“Don’t go to war for me. I’m not the one that you want me to be. Don’t call me up at 2am tonight. It feels so damn good, and I wish you would. (Just don’t.) And don’t cry no more for me. Don’t waste your time convincing me that maybe someday we’ll get it right. Cause we never could. I wish that we would. But we won’t, so just don’t.”
Antisocial Darwinism 