I’ve been trying to write this post for months without realising what I was attempting to say. It got mixed up in my head with another post, about inclusive body positivity, which is coming soon (edit January 2020: I still haven’t written this post). However, I think I’ve untangled everything enough to know that today I want to talk about yearning to feel alive.
I’ve started this blog post again and again, but kept getting distracted by buying butt plugs or watching porn or talking to sexy people about equally sexy things. I enjoy flirting, and I feel like there’s been a lot of it today, so tonight I’m sharing a silly, fun, filthy poem about sexting.
My list of ideas for blog posts has never been longer, but writing any of them seems impossible today. It’s not just anxiety that’s preventing me from concentrating, though I imagine that’s part of it. Today I am craving human touch, and I hope in writing this I can move on and focus on other things.
A few nights ago, I ended up walking home not wearing a bra. It felt naughty and sexy, and gave me all sorts of wonderful ideas… including this written-as-erotica fantasy about someone I like.
The current Kink of the Week topic is boots… which I have lots of feelings about. On me, they make me feel confident and sexy. On others, I find them very hot. Today, though, I’m going to write about one pair of boots in particular…