@tantus and @SheVibe posted a sneak peek pic of an upcoming dildo.
You know, I really thought this blog would be sexy
Turns out it is mostly my venting frustrations with parenting, how tired I am, or my mental health stuff.
My life is really sexy though!
I think I should go back to highlighting the hot parts and let the stresses go to the side for a while.
So here. It’s our anniversary so there better be some hot sexy time in my future, till then. Here is my post mind blowing orgasm that I gave myself face.…
Blogging as Therapy - Intimacy Issues
Expressing weakness isn’t my strongest suit
Due to growing up the child of an addict, I was never interested in drugs or alcohol. (Not all children of addicts take this path, but I did.) Fears of ending up like my Dadmeant that I never experimented with such things in my teens or early twenties. All of my exploration was sexual. I lacked a sexual roadmap thanks to the abuse I suffered as a child,…
Dildology and I need your help
Awesome, right?Greetings my darlings.
As most of you are already aware, last year I created a thing. You may have heard of it, Dildology. (FYI, D~ is pronounced dil-dol-o-gy.) Didn’t do this alone, Val and Lillyprovided invaluable help as we got to launch. D~ was a dream of mine, years in the making, from the long ago times when my daily life working in an adult shop lead to constant contact…
Appreciation for the Universe Loving Me
Most exciting of all? I have new glasses so I can finally, actually see!!
As you all know, I was having a rough go of it last week. Our wee plague bearers gave me an intense chest cold, my emotions were raw from the anniversary of my Father’s death, and I was having intense feelings of hurt. I take care of everyone, all the time. 16 hours a day, at least, I am in full-blown caretaker mode. Being…
I am sad to only be learning of this tremendous activist for women of color after reading memorials celebrating her advocacy, but I can do my part in spreading awareness of her struggles—the one she fought on the outside and the one she fought within herself. Karyn Washington, who founded the website For Brown Girls and leader of the #DarkSkinRedLip project, reportedly took her own life at the young age of 22.
Victoria Uwumarogie of Madame Noire describes Washington’s contribution to conversation on women’s portrayal in hip hop:
The young woman launched her website in order to celebrate the beauty of black women who don’t always feel the love out here, and pushed the project #DarkSkinRedLip to encourage black women of all shades to embrace wearing red lipstick after rapper A$AP Rocky said that women of darker complexions shouldn’t rock it. That project, like For Brown Girls, was about empowering. That’s what Washington was all about.
Christelyn Karazin of Beyond Black & White explains that Washington’s suicide should remind us to be willing to accept and pursue help in the face of mental health issues:
Let’s honor Karyn’s memory and continue the work that she started, and take it a step farther. Let’s not just tell black girls and women they are beautiful and worthy. Let’s also tell them that it’s okay to fall back, seek help, and heal.
Rest in Peace, Karyn.
I’m just gonna leave this here, because I love you.
Hi guys: Miss you!
I’ve been busy with ten thousand delightful projects. This means I have completely neglected tumblr land, other than accidentally spamming the fuck out of everyone. (My bad)
Back working on Dildology (For the record, that is pronounced Dil-dol-o-gy and not dildo-logy.) and working on CristaAnne.com - CA has a little more of my attention today, I’m focusing on how to create the space I envision for myself. I want something that presents an authentic view of my personal experience of the world.
Part of that, an important part of that, is that I want a page that clearly outlines my boundaries for interactions within my space. I desire academic conversations about sex/sexuality with accessible language, but without tolerating creepers. It’s delicate as, overall, there are not many safe spaces for these kind of conversations.
I feel like many of you would have great input on how to define these boundaries. Obviously the end result will be where mine are, but I would love to hear from all of you.
You’re fantastic, thanks for continuing to read me.
#barefacedselfie of absurd illness
barefacedselfie of illness
Katie Mack, my brain twin, was posting #barefacedselfies the other day on twitter. Once upon a time there was no way that I would take a picture unless I had a full face of makeup on, but I lack fucks in my old age. (You know, 32. Elderly) I’m too sick to contribute anything meaningful to the world, so here is my bareface.
Still raw from the deathiversary of doom.…
My Dad died ten years ago, and I’m not really sure what else to do but write this…
My Dad, sister and I
I didn’t really get to know my Dad until after he died.
Didn’t begin to understand him until after he was gone. Don’t know if I exactly regret this, I did at one point, but now I have a cool acceptance that this is just how it worked out. At least I eventually got him.
Have you seen True Detective? If so, the older Cohle character is eerily like my Dad. They differ in that my…
A plugin went sideways and spammed. I’m absurdly sick. It’s the ten year anniversary of my Dads death.
Let’s just not talk until tomorrow.
Can you not today
This sums up my feelings quite wellSo that happened:
I know better than to try and do things while ill and pumped full of cold meds, but for some reason I decided to throw caution to the wind last night. Didn’t pay attention to a plugin that began importing all my tumblr posts over here. HAHAHA OOPS! So I have some cleanup to do, a lot of tumblr posts don’t really work outside of tumblr. That’s…