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Confession .85. I’m Jealous; I’m Over-Zealous…

I’ve got issues, You’ve got ’em too
So give them all to me and I’ll give mine to You
Bask in the glory of all our problems
Cause we’ve got the kind of love it takes to solve them
I’ve got issues, and one of them is how bad I need You…

Confession .85.  I'm Jealous; I'm Over-Zealous...

So I’m sitting in a discussion right now – I’m seeing a pattern of blogging in the background during discussions lately… I’m sorry!  But I’m sitting in a discussion right now, and I’d even typed the title of this post and chosen the song before I hopped over here… only to find myself discussing one of the very words that I chose to use…

Over-zealous.

Basically, a more positive way to be called pushy, or – as the discussion topic brought up – a bitch.

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Confession .83. I’ve Got A Lover And I’m Unforgiven…

I found God, I found Him in a Lover
When His hair falls in His face, and His hands so cold they shake…
I found the Devil, I found Him in a Lover
And His lips like tangerine, In His color-coded speak…

Confession .83.  I've Got A Lover And I'm Unforgiven...

Isn’t it wonderful… how exes never have the time to spend with you when you’re together, but have all the time in the world to stalk you when you aren’t anymore?  Lol.

Make a single change to your profile, and they throw a mini temper tantrum.

Even when you’re doing exactly what they told you to do… not waiting on them.  I’m not about to sit around and wait on you if you’ve pretty much told me to fuck off.  Maybe old Tivi would have done that… but I don’t. I don’t have the time nor the energy to invest in people who are not going to do the same with me.

It’s just not what I’m about anymore.

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Confession .81. There’s An Old Man Sitting On The Throne That’s Saying I Should Probably Keep My Pretty Mouth Shut…

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.

Confession .81. There’s An Old Man Sitting On The Throne That’s Saying I Should Probably Keep My Pretty Mouth Shut…

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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Confession .51. Lord Knows You Can’t Trust Your Head When You’re Hanging By A Thread…

And I saw only two footprints in the sand
Though You’d abandoned me and let go of my hand
But You were carrying me, carrying me to safety…
Two footprints, Your footprints in the sand

Confession .51.  Lord Knows You Can't Trust Your Head When You're Hanging By A Thread...

I don’t think I would get through life and its general bullshittery without the people in my life right at this moment.  Those of you that stick around… I can’t thank you enough.

As of right now… we still don’t have answers.  Which is ultimately the most irritating thing in the world.  Like… to be sitting right there with someone you care for in so much pain and not being able to do a damn thing to stop it, and knowing the doctors – at least his current ones – are trying… but… can’t try fast enough.  This is the most powerless I’ve ever felt.

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