I am Hyacinth Jones. I’m a mother, a feminist, a lover of men and a lover of boobs. A big supporter of women and body acceptance I run a monthly meme called Boobday to showcase the beauty of all breasts. I’m almost 40, hetero-flexible, switch-y, and really, really game for just about anything.
Every thought and feeling I have is bared here and you will likely become frustrated with me as I go right when you really want me to go left. But I’m not an avatar. I’m just me.
The story goes like this: In the fall of 2010, I separated from my ex-husband and began fucking my way through grief and sorrow finding solace in a cock between my thighs. When I felt bad, I went and fucked. Sad? Got fucked. Happy? Got fucked. It was a simple equation. I never thought much about it beyond the fact that I had a need and I wanted to fill it.
While doing all this liberal fucking my heart began to ice over. I ate men for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In the fall of 2011 I hit a wall; I was formally divorced and the cocks weren’t filling me up so much as they were splitting me apart. I decided to take a snapshot of my dating life and follow those trails to their ends.
Originally, there were four men, but one stole my heart, The Neighbor. The first year was tumultuous, the second year was great, but unofficial, and the third year we confessed our love for one another and promptly imploded. We broke up in January of 2015 roughly a year after I shared the blog with him and a year after I told him I loved him.
He was my muse and our sex inspired me to push my boundaries creatively, emotionally, and physically. Our relationship, however, highlighted that I have much growing to do.
The Book of TN is officially closed, but he has his own tab if you wan to read the whole story.
I write opinionated things from my perspective, but as my audience grows I try to be sensitive to my voice. I am a feminist, but I often find myself spiraling in the drain of self-doubt and the drag of being wanted by a man. I’m working on it.
My heart continues to fight for equilibrium. Life isn’t about forever — it’s about now — and no one gets to tell me how to live my life or who and how to love.
It’s better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.
I encourage discourse, disagreements, and dialogue. You may email me privately or make everything public, it’s up to you.
This is such a fucked up time in my life. I don’t know what I’d do without this space to create and be truly me: Hyacinth in all her ugly glory. I am a libertine.
libertine:a person who is unrestrained by convention or morality; specifically : one leading a dissolute life