Wednesday, June 29, 2016

6/21/16 Masochist

Danny

Masochist

Twisted, when pain is the only recognized affection.
gentle touches are met with scorn and frustration.
What's wrong with flowers and I love you?
Isn't a hug enough?
Rope tight on skin, cold naked shivers, anticipating pain
Grabbing deep, past skin into muscle, 
Air filling the space inside you  bite to keep in the sound
Doting with bruises, longing for torture, hot wax melts 
Threats are now romantic promises 
Flirting is a brand new challenge
Adapting for your muse
That's love. 

Saturday, June 25, 2016

I have never been good with people, or with standing up for myself, or even talking to people in a general social setting. 

The kink lifestyle felt like home, felt like a family that I could actually trust, even though I wasn't looking for family when I found the community, just people of a like mind that would understand my ideas and turn ons, and maybe even find the same things that I enjoy to be fun and worthwhile. 

Maybe after five years, I opened up too soon. Maybe I trusted people who didn't value me in the same way that I valued them. Maybe I considered people family who only considered me an aquaintance. But it seems to be on all fronts at once. Not just the people I was starting to feel at home with, but the people that I've trusted and known for a few years are pulling away. 

Was I too quiet? Should I have shared more of myself so they saw me as a real person, with real ideas and fantasies and feelings? Or was I too loud, hurting feelings when I spoke, offending when I tried to be funny, or worse, losing friends because I stood up for myself? 

It's hurtful and frustrating, to feel like I don't exist as a person, only a toy, and favor dispenser, only someone who makes money for events. 

I think that I might just stick to making toys. Making something beautiful. I have a strong appreciation for beauty. I want to make something that has heart to it, and will speak to people. 

And play. I love playing, I love pain. I have elaborate fantasies that I would love to see through, but I only trust a few people anymore and it's pretty hard to play in front of people now. I've learned that I worry people. I've had a dm ask me repeatedly if I'm ok, if I'm cold, and even after I tell her point blank that I am ok, that I shiver when I play and it is absolutely normal, she keeps coming back and asking because she is worried, to the point that I had to quit playing because it made her "feel better". I have a problem with people touching me now, and that is tough when I used to be the hug person. I'm still thought of as the hug person, and so people think I'm mad at them when I don't give hugs. I've had a friend tell me the person I played with was a monster, and that he never should have allowed the scene to happen- while I was still wearing a blanket and a smile after the scene, a friend who has no say in my dynamic or who I can play with. 

I digress. 
I didn't mean to say many of the things I've said, and what I really was trying to get to was that I want to get back to the reason I joined the community in the first place, to have fun, and maybe not try so hard to make friends, maybe trust these people a little less, and maybe bow out of the politics that are sucking the life out of my lifestyle. 

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Monday, June 13, 2016

Another plant


Pea shooter with a cowboy hat :)

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Monday, June 6, 2016

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Standing order, 5 toys a week.

This is for last week, when I didn't post pictures on blogger.


I made six of these last week, before the vending event I had this past Saturday.