no, I said I wanted a tradewife. like a union electrician

I cope with these situations with reserved politeness because I don't know how it's going to go. Politeness is my safety net.

Honestly, this interaction hasn't been the worst I've had, but it gave me such a sense of unease. I kept looking over my shoulder when he finally left. I didn't leave the house for the rest of the day.

Yesterday, on my walk home from yoga class, I was followed in the park by a stranger. He started to ask where I was walking to and where I live. He kept calling me beautiful even though I was wearing huge sunglasses. He kept asking for my number even though I said no the first time.

I'm tired.

british accents sound way better saying ‘fucking hell,’ while american ones were born to say ‘fucking shit.’ just one of many sweet, sensual mysteries of linguistics

My social battery is dead, and I can't stop thinking about how I never fit in anywhere. I always feel a bit lost, and that feels sad.

35mm film made just for me

A friend came to see me.

My skin here ✨️

Summer Solstice blessings

I can be a bit of a babe when I want to be

Stressing myself out about how my body looks in pictures will be the death of me quite literally

Granting myself permission to love myself again helps when my eyes look like this in the sun.

I'm not going to lose my spark

What bank holidays are for.

I'm either going to be toned af or my insides will fail.

Have noticed that hard exercise or physical tasks like gardening make my surgery scars from 7 months ago start to hurt again, so there's an adjustment to manage now.

I have made a positive step in this area.

These pics are giving me maybe I don't need a nose job after all

It is taking time, but she is getting back to her best self.

I'm a freak in the kind of self-created ritual spell using own removed gallstone sort of way.

"I hurt myself last weekend."

"Was it because you were trying to do things quickly?"

Honestly, wild.

Therapy is so helpful, but it drained me for a whole day yesterday. But my therapist has me so figured out it's wild.

Couldn't get to sleep, was in my head a lot, ended up having prayers whispered to me until I fell asleep.

If I think about what I might want, it becomes muddied. The to-do list and trauma and memories kick in. Maybe what I want is to really switch off.

Anyway, here I am basking

I honestly can't remember the last time I felt like a sexual being or explored a fantasy of some kind. Is this it now for me until I die?

Busying myself with tasks because that way I'm safe.

I feel very disconnected to my sexual self lately. I feel like my settings have been switched to productivity mode.

Same