"And though she be but little, she is fierce." - A Midsummer Night's Dream

 

herdirtylittleheart:

Happy Fisting Day <3
herdirtylittleheart:

"Am I bad?"
"Is there something wrong with me?"
"It’s so… it’s so…why am I like this?”
I’ve said things like this after some of my kinkiest play times. My head fills with words like wrong, bad, extreme, twisted, perverted, dirty. I am filled with doubt. Usually it’s in those quiet moments afterwards where I’m hiding my face and breathless and feeling very Little. My inner feminist warrior hates that I ask, hates that my subconscious attacks me with shame and these insecure questions. 
I am fortunate to have a partner who holds me in those moments and tells me that I’m perfect and that there is nothing wrong with my desires. Who encourages me to own even my kinkiest thoughts and wants. Who never judges me for even my most obscene day dreams. 
I’ve noticed too that these questions become less common over time. The more I explore, the more I am reassured, the more comfortable I become with my own sexuality. Things that would have made me blush and stammer a few years ago are things that I can defend with a confident grin now to even my most vanilla friends. 
And I love that. 
Fuck just accepting, we should revel in our bodies and their abilities. We should face our desires with curiosity and a sense of adventure. Nobody should make us feel wrong for wanting to experience our bodies and our imaginations to their fullest extents.

herdirtylittleheart:

Happy Fisting Day <3

herdirtylittleheart:

"Am I bad?"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"It’s so… it’s so…why am I like this?”

I’ve said things like this after some of my kinkiest play times. My head fills with words like wrong, bad, extreme, twisted, perverted, dirty. I am filled with doubt. Usually it’s in those quiet moments afterwards where I’m hiding my face and breathless and feeling very Little. My inner feminist warrior hates that I ask, hates that my subconscious attacks me with shame and these insecure questions. 

I am fortunate to have a partner who holds me in those moments and tells me that I’m perfect and that there is nothing wrong with my desires. Who encourages me to own even my kinkiest thoughts and wants. Who never judges me for even my most obscene day dreams. 

I’ve noticed too that these questions become less common over time. The more I explore, the more I am reassured, the more comfortable I become with my own sexuality. Things that would have made me blush and stammer a few years ago are things that I can defend with a confident grin now to even my most vanilla friends. 

And I love that. 

Fuck just accepting, we should revel in our bodies and their abilities. We should face our desires with curiosity and a sense of adventure. Nobody should make us feel wrong for wanting to experience our bodies and our imaginations to their fullest extents.

studiocatawampus:

Rescue unicorn is here to save the day!
I came up with this idea the other day when someone I follow on tumblr was having a rough time and I thought this would be cheerful concept. It gave me the giggles so much I had to draw it. 

studiocatawampus:

Rescue unicorn is here to save the day!

I came up with this idea the other day when someone I follow on tumblr was having a rough time and I thought this would be cheerful concept. It gave me the giggles so much I had to draw it. 

When Girl Crush talks about missing my lips 
She&#8217;s really missing the super special kisses I like to give her

When Girl Crush talks about missing my lips 

She’s really missing the super special kisses I like to give her

Him: Did you have a good time at the fetish party? 

Me: Uh huh! 

Him: Are you ready for ice cream then? 

Me: My life is awesome. Yes.

Him: Did you have a good time at the fetish party?

Me: Uh huh!

Him: Are you ready for ice cream then?

Me: My life is awesome. Yes.

So, I&#8217;ve been really busy being brave. 

Tonight, in a dress that I&#8217;ve made myself, I&#8217;m heading to a fetish party. In a sea of black leather and latex, I plan on being a drop of pastel and lace. 

Wish me luck, tumblr.

So, I’ve been really busy being brave.

Tonight, in a dress that I’ve made myself, I’m heading to a fetish party. In a sea of black leather and latex, I plan on being a drop of pastel and lace.

Wish me luck, tumblr.