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Close-up of my lips. They're painted red and shiny. It looks like the person I'm observing just did something mildly amusing and definitely intriguing. My hand is palm up beside my chin slightly curled, index finger and thumb touching. Chin length dark hair is visible. Everything is ever so slightly out of focus. The colours are warm.

Once, Twice, Thrice: A Stranger’s Kiss

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There’s this phrase that really turns me on. I’ve used it before and I’ll probably use it again. It’s a stranger telling me “I know what you want.” It works even better if they say they see me first. It’s like they see clear through me. They read my body language. They know I want them, and they want me too. It’s a statement of intention and, for me, a statement of their dominant tendencies.

Throws me into ecstasies of horn. Here’s a fantasy about a stranger doing just that.

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A line drawing of a swinger dining chair. It is at a 45 degree angle to the viewer. It's frame is wooden and the surface of the seat is softly furnished. There is some cross-hatched shadow detailing.

Vulnerability, Fatalism and All That

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A real-life update on how I’ve been feeling recently, and how that has affected my output. Or that’s what it was supposed to be about.

Turns out it’s about how change has affected me and left me feeling vulnerable.

But there is also a very hot bit about how a very dominant man made me let him break me.

I’m full of confusing statements this time. 🙂

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A hand drawn hour-glass. There is sand falling through to gather at the bottom. In the top part, there is a line drawing of a torso of a woman. She is naked and her hands are above her head. She is being sucked through the hour-glass.

A Perfectly Normal Autistic Woman: the profound effect of small kindnesses

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A beautiful post by a trans woman about ciy allyship, acceptance, kindness and belonging got me thinking about my own uneasy relationship with womanhood.

This post is about masking, girlhood, misunderstood kindnesses, and the relief of knowing I’m not actually an alien imposter.

I’m a perfectly normal autistic woman.

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