I picked up some new lingerie because it was on sale. I was hesitate about it, given the size of my boobs. It’s perfect.
Last night, I went to a dungeon. I reconnected with a previous partner, and I had a thoroughly good time. Before I left, I flipped up my dress and took a picture. Here’s a glimpse under the little black dress I wore.
Here’s my bid at a little humor for Sinful Sunday.
“My Eyes Are Up… Oh Nevermind”
Once again, the week has escaped me. It seems my blahs were in good company on Twitter. I saw a lot of “feeling down” posts floating around. On my part, I think I’m missing romance – while I have my nesting partner, when we are both feeling down we cannot buoy the other. My other partners are casual and fun, but not going to develop into deeper connections (probably not going to). All of this leads me to seek out romance.
It’s spring! For me as a pagan, that means pushing myself out of the planning stages of things – moving from thought to action. It means thinking about life renewing and starting over.
So I’m reclaiming a picture that I have a lot of mixed feelings about. I’m making it anew, and moving forward… oh and I think it’s sexy as hell.
I am a fishnet girl. Until recently, I never considered them sexy – for me they were subversive, punk rock accessories. They were edgy when paired with stompy boots and short skirts. They were my “fuck you to social conventions.”
I can’t believe I made it through the whole month.
I struggled a lot with this project. I don’t take a lot of pictures of myself because I rarely like how I look.
The last 28 days forced me to work on body positivity.
I added some lens flare “ghosts” to this one.