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…
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…
Basically, a more positive way to be called pushy, or – as the discussion topic brought up – a bitch.
Continue reading “Confession .85. I’m Jealous; I’m Over-Zealous…”
One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily…
Gods, the last two weeks have been exhausting!
Those of you who don’t know… I started a new job in RL, working in a Cardiologists’ office as a Medical Assistant. And no… the apostrophe was not placed incorrectly there… there is more than one Cardiologist in this office.
As a matter of fact… there are TEN.
Continue reading “Confession .84. My Habits, They Hold Me Like A Grudge…”
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…
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.
Continue reading “Confession .83. I’ve Got A Lover And I’m Unforgiven…”
Everybody’s waiting up to hear if I dare speak Your name
Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole You left in me…
And everybody wants to know ’bout how it felt to hear You scream
They know You Walk like You’re a God, they can’t believe I made You weak…
“And I’m gonna write it all down, and I’m gonna sing it on stage, but I don’t have to fuckin’ tell You anything…”
That’s the beauty of this blog being mine. Lol. I was accused in the past, ironically enough, of dragging someone through the mud, or some equally ridiculous bullshit… for talking about my experiences in here. In this space that is mine. In this space that, mind you, I don’t play the ‘name and shame’ game when I’m speaking about negative experiences in my life.
I just tell you all what I’ve experienced and learned, so that hopefully you won’t have to learn the hard way. You can benefit from my mistakes, yeah? At least, I hope so.
Continue reading “Confession .82. We Wrote A Story In The Fog On The Windows That Night…”
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.
Continue reading “Confession .81. There’s An Old Man Sitting On The Throne That’s Saying I Should Probably Keep My Pretty Mouth Shut…”
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’.
Continue reading “Confession .80. I Want Something Just Like This…”
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in the Father’s eyes…
It’s been awhile since I’ve put a ‘mostly square’ picture in here… so my apologies if that close up is huge. All the more to look at the pretty nails, though, my dear. 😀 Astralia is doing what I really feel like more people should be doing… and that is that she’s made actual mesh nails (in both Almond and Stiletto styles… I’m wearing Stiletto right now) to fit atop the Slink and Vista mesh hands… and then will work on add-ons, like these cute diamonds I’m also wearing, for these nails… rather than confining herself to the nails on the hands. There is also a creator kit, I believe, for those who want to make polishes for her nails. So ultimately, she’s a damn genius.
Sorry… had to gush a bit before I got into today’s post…
Continue reading “Confession .79. There IS Such A Thing As White Privilege…”
Her shroud was loneliness
Her God was listening
Her heaven will be a love without betrayal…
I wish I could say that I’m surprised.
I wish I could say that I’m surprised to hear that You likely cheated while we were together. You know, while we were ‘living the dream’… and pursuing the things we both supposedly wanted?
But I’m really not that surprised.
Continue reading “Confession .78. Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Sidechicks”
Heavyweight flow, if they can’t lift you then they can’t drop you
The pinnacle, if they can’t reach you then they can’t top you
Man, they can’t do anything that you’re about to…
I don’t understand people. I really don’t.
Like… am I supposed to? Is this something I’m supposed to inherently understand because I’m human? I mean… I understand decent people. Like, decent human beings? I got you. You make sense to me. However, miserable people who apparently think so lowly of themselves that they then have to turn around and try to drag the rest of us down to their particular circle of hell?
No thanks. Like… I’m not really in an Inferno kind of mood, Dante. Thanks, though.
Continue reading “Confession .77. But One Day You’ll Be Stronger Than All That You Beat…”
Oh nothing’s sure, but surely as we stand
I promise I will stay the same
And I’ve never seen forever
But I know we’ll remain
In a world uncertain…
Nothing is actually for sure. Death and taxes, so they tell me, but even those things have their sliding scale. There is nothing really certain to cling to in those tumultuous moments that toss you back and forth, leaving you dizzy and unsure which way is the surface… and all you need is a breath of air.
Sometimes things change so quickly.
Continue reading “Confession .76. I Will Follow Where This Takes Me”