It’s been a hellacious week re-entering real life. I went on a date that will go no where, was cut off by someone I don’t care to know anyway, pursued in other areas as usual, expressed my feelings to a young, beautiful sub and he responded well enough, and also generally realized how actually optimistic I am despite all this fucking bullshit.
A friend asked me, “Hy, how do you shake off the crap?”
“Me?? Just keep going, man.”
I’m still having technical difficulties with one submission and will add her later, but we have a lovely guest appearance today! Do you remember Fatal?? She’s here, y’all! And of course we have sexy Sandy.
Enjoy, everyone! I’ll be back to posting again soon.
Full Boobday Guidelines here.
One of two ways to participate:
1) either submit a pic to me via email (email@example.com) OR
2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.
Also, just as a reminder:
If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)
Tell me why you chose the photo you sent
And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!
NOT my tits:
My demure tits in a shirt I’ve only recently had the confidence to wear.
You’re looking at Canadian boobs today, my friends! It’s lovely to be in a climate more similar to that of my beloved Northern California: dry, bright, cool in the shade, warm in the sun. The city is a bustling one and I love all the humanity on the streets, people busy getting from point A to point B, heads down, legs swinging, Beats by Dr. Dre on their ears (seriously, they’re everywhere).
So here we have the lovely Sandy in a scandalous white shirt and Ann St. Vincent cooking up some side boob for you, and of course my rainy morning tits.
Have a fantastic weekend everyone. Next week I’ll be sending you French tits!! Viva la France!
I survived another week. I’m beginning to realize that I have absolutely no compass when it comes to my own feelings. I am the sounding board for so many, yet I am wildly uncalibrated when it comes to my own emotional reactions. I’ve got to think on this some more.
Anyway, I love the pic I chose for today because my belly almost looks pregnant despite having lost 5 lbs in the last couple of months and working out 4-5x a week. It’s a good reminder that my shape does not define my feelings (or worth) and that lighting and posing are extremely powerful.
Sorry for the late post, but I’m just feeling extremely chill these days when it comes to this. No stress, it’s all good, I’m lovin’ it.
I was so busy yesterday there was no way Boobday was going to make it at midnight and today I’ve just been feeling lazy, to be honest. And yesterday was an epic 24 hours for me. Truly. I’m still walking in a daze. But don’t worry, it’s a good one and I will definitely share.
Anyway, today we have a gentleman joining us, a Rebel-inspired pic from Miss Over 50, and sexy Sandy. Thank you, as always for your willingness to share with us, guys!
And to all my fellow American’s, I hope you’re doing something fun for the holiday this weekend! We’re an incredible nation and we’ll get through this!
Another great, busy week. I’m re-watching Game of Thrones in preparation of the new one. I’m kicking ass and taking names at work, though finances are still tight as fuck, I’m doing 4 days a week at the gym, and I’m basically walking on clouds. It’s so sweet and easy. I wonder why I’ve spent most of my life contorted and full of pain.
This week I have a couple of anonymous submissions. First I have a newbie and then I have an IG friend. Both are amazing and creative and open and I’m so thankful. (Can you feel the love??)
NOT my tits:
I have had a really terrible year, and this morning, I wanted to do something fun, just for me. I want to feel attractive again…
I’m going to have to cut back a little on the working out as some weird posterior/interior ankle muscle of some kind has decided to flare up. My chiropractor said it’s a common thing from overuse. I’m a little chagrined by that, to be honest, but I’ll take it as a warning that my body isn’t quite the wonderland I’d hoped – at least not yet.
Softball has started up again, too, and with that a whole host of minor injuries. But I’m in pain anyway, so might as well live life, right?
And speaking of which, I’m feeling quite proud of myself. Next Tuesday will be the end of my Whole30 and I plan on easing back in to the cut out food groups to see which I react to negatively. I honestly can’t wait for some fucking bread and cheeeeeese, though I know I’ll have a bad reaction. Oh well.
Anyway, it’s a small set of lovely breasts that I have to bring you here. I don’t know where Kim from South Africa has wandered off to (I hope you’re on a wonderful vacation or something!), but we have our stalwart star, Sandy with us still! To the bloggers who faithfully link and post every week, THANK YOU AND I THINK YOU’RE AMAZING. The fact that we all look so different, yet present ourselves as not only beautiful and sexy, but as normal and real makes me so proud of all of us. Please don’t ever stop!
School is out here and I’ve spent the week juggling work and child. I don’t have enough money for camps this summer again, so my parents are coming in for the big win this summer. Bike rides, sewing lessons, watching the lead up to the Comey hearing. The usual things you do with your grandchildren.
I have two posts I need to write. One where I had great sex with a really nice man and one where I was coerced and groped by a really not nice man. I’ll write those this weekend. I’ve held off writing them because it feels like a reward to write when I haven’t yet written to The Neighbor. I am revising my letter to bullet points. If he wants to read the narrative I’ll happily send it on, but I’ve decided short and sweet is the way to go. Wish me luck!
This week I have more lovely women to share with you. Miss S shares her longing for her husband who’s passed, Sandy and Miss Over 50 also join in and we have a new participant, Mike’s Lady.
I’m on Day 12 of the Whole30 and I’m almost past the headaches. It’s funny how for weeks (possibly months) now I’ve been reliant on wine to wind down after a long, stressful day. I don’t even think about it now. I just chill and have some nice peach iced tea. The mornings are infinitely more pleasant without the vestiges of alcohol to muddy my start, too.
I’m sore constantly thanks to Orange Theory. Like, so sore I can barely sit on the toilet or walk up stairs. I remember when I was an athlete in high school and the first couple of weeks of swimming were pretty brutal. But we all got back into the swing of things eventually and that’s what I’m waiting for now. I may be 41, but my heart is still in the game.
I had yet another horrible first date with a handsy, creepy Frenchman (I’ll post about that soon) but also some really great sex with a new guy who’s so nice it hurts, but whose overall aesthetic isn’t really my style. I’m focusing on all the orgasms I had, though, and not all the hair that was in my face.
I’ve written a draft email for The Neighbor. It’s not finished yet. I’m still thinking and feeling it out. A reader left an incredible, heartfelt comment this morning with a nothing short of mind-blowing quote by Mary Oliver: “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”