Boobday: white and beige

I’m sitting here in the middle of the day and I can’t stop yawning. Part of that is because I was socializing a little while ago and that takes it out of me, but it’s mostly because I’m still not feeling 100% yet.

I’m approaching week 7 of this cold, and while I’d love to say it’s essentially over and I’m just getting back to normal, that feels like tempting fate: I’ve thought it was “almost over” for a few weeks already. But I’m down to the occasional cough and blowing my nose from time to time. Overall, I’m feeling pretty good but still fatigued and sleeping a lot.

This has been and continues to be a busy week for me, with something with the potential to be extra tiring happening every day, most of it fun. It all involves socializing or otherwise being “on”: it’s kind of an introvert’s marathon.

I could use a nap.

This photo was taken in a hotel during my last business trip.

As Hy says, “Boobday is a body-positive meme where women share images of their bodies in order to show that there is beauty in all of us. With confidence comes power and with power comes confidence.”

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Boobday: hippy

Less than a week now until I set out on my next adventure via planes, trains and automobiles (in that order, even). I’m excited, a little nervous for at least three separate reasons (probably more), and a bit anxious about finishing my preparations although I’m actually feeling fairly well prepared.

This will be my last domestic Boobday, and if I remember to nip off to the loo with my phone en route, there should be some more mile high photos coming.

My energy levels have been low this week, which I attribute to the medication, but I think I might be acclimatizing to it finally. I certainly hope so. I’d like to feel alert more than just randomly.

I’ve had this crochet top for a long time and decided to use it for my photo this week. I had forgotten how hippy it looks, but when I noticed, I swapped out my dressy black leather belt for this worn brown belt to heighten the effect. (The belt may actually date to that era: it originally belonged to an ex’s grandfather.)


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Boobday: V-neck

It snowed last night and all the sidewalks were thoroughly blanketed this morning. I was up earlier than usual, and Wolf and I went out in the cold greyness to our back-to-back doctor’s appointments.

I told the doctor that I thought I was depressed and he asked what made me think so. The day before, I had compiled a list of the ways in which my brain seemed to function poorly, and I rattled off about half of the entries from my list. “You’re depressed,” he concluded, and wrote a prescription. (He and I are both in favor of conservative use of medication. I prefer not to take pills, and he prefers not to prescribe them.)

After that I had an appointment for a haircut. I used to have a very short pixie cut but I’ve been growing it out for about 6 months now. The hairdresser always straightens my hair, so because of its natural wave/curl it actually looks longer after it’s been cut.

I got my daily exercise by walking home from the salon. Fortunately the wind wasn’t too cold and there wasn’t much new snow to trudge through.

After lunch I went to my orthodontist for a touch-up. By this time, it was fairly warm and the sun was blazing. I had braces a few years ago and after they came off, I got wires attached behind my front teeth, top (2) and bottom (6), for stability. Apparently they usually attach the wires only at the ends but mine are glued to each tooth. I’d lost the glue on one of those middle teeth, and the glue on the next tooth was cracked. The tech scraped and sanded and picked the remaining glue off the two teeth, then re-glued them. They use an LED light to cure the glue (much like the process for getting gel nails put on, not that I know the first thing about that). When I was done and about to leave the station, the orthodontist himself (who is also my former dentist) walked past. Maybe it’s the holidays, or maybe he’s just that friendly, but he hallooed me and gave me a hug!

On the way home I stopped at the pharmacy to fill prescriptions, including my new one for citalopram (Celexa).

I did some organizing, paid bills, made plans to connect with people, sent emails and texts and posted on my Facebook page for my dance class. It was a remarkably productive day in comparison to how it’s been lately. I think I did more today than I was able to do in the rest of the week.

It’s still not that late, but my eyes are almost crossing with fatigue.




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Boobday: ordinary

Today Lucas sent me a handful of photos from the shoot we did, and there are some good shots but technical difficulties means that lots of the shots came out super grainy. Some should be OK for posting online at least. I think I’ll wait until I see the lot before I post anything.

I’m kicking myself for forgetting to take a mile high photo on the trip home. You’re going to have to wait for a couple of months now. I think my next mile-high opportunity will be when I visit Gawan and go to Eroticon in the spring.

But we are still in selfie territory today. I’m wearing an ordinary bra and my usual at-home yoga pants, which double as pyjamas on cold nights.

I’m not feeling sexy, just ordinary. No special poses, no special clothes, props or locations. A day in the life.


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Boobday: Linear A

I’m looking forward to my photo shoot trip, which is next weekend, woo! Nothing much to report on that front, except that Lucas just found out that he’ll have to work on one of the days he’d hoped to have off. That was the day we were planning to do some shopping for fetish wear, but with any I’ll still be able to hit a couple of shops, either on my own or together on one of our shoot days.

I’ve arranged to see Mr. PS for dinner while I’m in town. I’ve got some extra time now, so maybe I’ll be able to spend that with him. I’m confident that he has no ulterior motives towards me, but I’d say there’s a fair chance we’ll cuddle on his couch.

I’m going to have to start packing soon. I’m only going for a few days, and under normal circumstances my clothes would fit in a carry-on bag. I tend to be practical, but not quite minimalist. Not yet. If left to my own devices I can easily wear the same pair of pants (that’s trousers for the Brits) for 5 days in a row, but I find it difficult to leave home and commit to wearing the same pants for that length of time. And I’m going to be bringing half of my wardrobe to play dress-up: dresses, heels, boots, lingerie. All the frippery that I would ordinarily leave behind. So my usual strategy of packing everything the day before won’t work so well because my usual packing skillz don’t apply. I have this mental image of little me rolling this big bag along in full princess mode, wearing a tight dress that shows a lot of thigh and my knee-high gladiator “sandals” with the 4″ heel. Yeah, not so much.

As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve been writing less over the last few months. I’ve been busier with work and have had less time to write, and less writing seems to mean fewer ideas for writing, which initiates a vicious circle of less writing, etc. But I might be turning the corner, inspiration-wise at least: I have a play party to write up, as well as most of my visit with Gawan, which was months ago, and my thoughts about where I’m at currently are starting to ripen. I’ve also started posting a bit of serialized fiction, and I’m not ready to drop that story yet. Now the trick is not to get overwhelmed with it all and freeze up.

The other day I booked the flights for a trip to London in early spring. I’m going to Eroticon! I’m looking forward to meeting some of the bloggers who I’ve become acquainted with online and hopefully turn some of those acquaintances into friends. I’m also holidaying with Gawan on this trip, and I have to admit that he’s the bigger draw. Good thing I don’t have to choose 🙂

Aaaand, Molly announced the Top 100 Sex Bloggers 2016 today. I’m very chuffed to have made the list again this year! Why not check out the list and find some good new blogs?

After the play party.

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Boobday: mile high 4

So that play party I mentioned last week? I went, I was cute, I talked to some people, I came home. I got to bed late. Exciting, right?

A peek at my schoolgirl outfit, worn to the back-to-school themed play party.

There was someone in the community whom I had heard of through FetLife and wanted to meet and chat with, and I got the opportunity this time. He’s an old guard type. Black pants, black T-shirt, black leather vest. On the basis of how long he has been retired, I’m guessing that he’s somewhere in his 70s. Having identified me as new(ish), he proceeded to pepper me with basic advice, tactfully at least. His heart was in the right place, and it was too complicated to explain to him that I already grasped these concepts.

There was another person whom I’d met recently who identifies as a top. She does non-sexual play, including with women (she’s straight), so I considered that she might be a possible play partner and I wanted to see her in action. Though she has been quite active she is still very new (like 6 months in), and I wasn’t crazy about her style, which appeared to be, “Here, I’m going to hit you with things.” That doesn’t interest me – I think I’m after something emotional, which I can’t get from someone I don’t know well. Also, new folks have to start somewhere, of course, but for me to play with her would be the blind leading the blind. Or maybe I’ve just been spoiled by Wolf and Gawan.

I’m far away from home this week – different time zone, different climate. Today is a travel day and I hope to get another of these airborne shots, but this one is from the trip out last weekend. You can see that I’m braced against the wall: there was turbulence at the time, and actually, the seat-belt sign was on though they were still letting people use the toilet. I’m dedicated to my art, yo!boobday-mile-high-4

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Boobday: steamed dumplings

I’m wrecked today, and I’m not entirely sure why. Part of it was having to be social in the same small room as my younger sister, whom I find … difficult.

I was also expecting to be grilled, or at least lightly quizzed, about my trip overseas. The entire purpose was to visit Gawan but I had sold it as tourism. I wasn’t sure what to expect, because the person who was asking is someone I don’t know very well, and I thought she might turn out to be more curious than my mom. Apparently not. The “grilling” amounted to one question: “So, how was your trip?” To which I replied, “Really good!” At one point I threw caution to the wind and showed a few photos on my phone, after carefully scrolling past images that I had posted to the blog. No mishaps, I’m happy to report.

So here’s some new incriminating evidence that I added to my phone this evening.


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Boobday: naut-y

Today the sun was warm but the air was cool; the seasons are definitely changing. The highlights of my day have been completing a stage on a highly irritating work project (it’s done unless it gets bounced back – cross your fingers for me), doing some ironing, and digging up potatoes.

The potatoes were the best part.

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