Omg I forgot again, but remembered! I’m so proud of me!! I’m still all kinds of fucked up in the head, and my little boat is being tossed around by the waves quite a bit, but I’m still in it and there aren’t any holes. So that’s good.
Yay! I remembered Boobday! Small wins. Though I did forget to post on Tuesday and just played it off with a nice e[lust] post.
I haven’t taken any pics in days. The married man has been away at a work thing and he’s been entirely MIA today – which is not what I expected. But whatever. Married. Who cares?
I also haven’t heard from Peter which makes me as nervous as ever that he’ll flake on Sunday. We’ll see.
I went ahead and reopened all my dating apps since the last crop was a colossal bag of poo in terms of potential (I’m sure they were all really nice men). Nothing to report there except to say that when I’m not actively looking for a mate (of whatever variety) I feel like I’m not taking care of myself, like I’m not putting myself out there.
So, I’m back out there.
Also, still nothing from The Golfer. No big surprise there.
I never did get around to posting my and Miss B’s pics last week, so you get them this week!
We’re now in the home stretch for Every Damn Day in June and I am so proud of all of us! Way to go, team!
Ok, gotta jam. I still need to write for Thursday!
Jesus Christ. I cannot be trusted with this blog. How I forgot today was Boobday is beyond me, but maybe not y’all. I assume you’re used to my absent mindedness. Maybe? Hopefully??
In any case, I’m sitting in a parking lot far away from my house after getting my chin whiskers lasered, pecking this out on my phone before I go and have another vanity appointment.
After that appointment I’ll be meeting with the married man. The jury is still out on whether or not I’ll engage, but his attitude is wild and fun and free and – like every other cheater on the planet – doesn’t want to change his situation at home. Additionally, he’s never been faithful to anyone. Not sure why he hasn’t just admitted to himself and all his partners that he’s not monogamous, but that’s a thought for another day.
For now I’ll focus on his tight bod, his English accent (that’s right, he’s a Brit), and his attention on me because God knows I dig that.
My impromptu date from last night was a bust, but I did get my extroverted urges met, so that’s good. I also (re)learned that I’m not into men who live with their mothers, especially for child rearing help despite having a great paying job and a house of his own to live in. Boohoo, man, grow up. Ugh.
I also need to go and do links on some of my past couple of posts. I don’t presume y’all remember who all these revolving characters are. I can barely keep everyone straight.
I thought Every Damn Day in June would ensure I wouldn’t forget to post early for Boobday, but I was wrong!
Coming back home from California was a shit show. A four-hour delay meant we didn’t land until 4 am and I had a meeting at 9 am. I’ve been playing catch up ever since.
Add in some extra emotional labor and boom! I’m asleep on the couch last night at 8:30 completely disoriented as to what fucking day of the week it is.
So now I’m on my balcony listening to some coffee shop playlist on Alexa sipping coffee and taking tit pics of myself, per uzh. [Update: had to move inside because it’s so fucking hot already.]
Oh, and don’t forget that the voting round for the Smut Marathon is still open! Go vote! The stories are all told from the perspective of not being able to see anything! Very cool, if you ask me. And early bird tickets are still on sale for Eroticon! There are only 4 left!
Lastly, I had a really hard time picking a Top Anything for my first Boobday Roundup. I had about 12, then 7, then 7, still 7! I finally whittled it down to 5, then hacked it to 3, then added back 2. I love all your creativity and thank you so much for doing this with me!
I am suuuuper pumped about Every Damn Day in June! Don’t ask me why, I guess I just love a good excuse to write every day and to give others the same opportunity.
My accountant emailed me today to tell me he missed something on my 2016 return and I’ll be getting nearly $2500 back! Something to do with the Healthcare Marketplace. I’m kinda still in disbelief, to be honest, but I’ll take it! Mama could use the extra cash!
I still haven’t heard back from The Golfer, but I am way beyond worrying about it. The Vet and I are chatting about our Sunday and I’m looking forward to seeing him.
Happy Boobday, y’all! I forgot to include Anonymous Aussie last week, so she’s gracing us with her lovely titties this week.
If I ever don’t post your pic it’s either because it went to spam or I misplaced it. I don’t make judgment calls as to who gets posted; everyone is welcome here!
[Ed. Note: And forgive any formatting issues: I did this all on my phone.]
Something has happened to my brain in the last 4 weeks since I identified my daddy issues. I am lighter, I am more energetic at work, I feel more excited about the blog than I have in months, maybe years (not that you can tell, but I feel it!). I am more clear about my dedication to my friends (that’s all of you!) and my commitment to Eroticon. I feel less guilty in general about life, my needs, my choices. I am a sparkling mother fucker, y’all.
I’m even reading more blogs! Like, 10x as much as I have been, which is basically 100000000% increase because I was barely reading anything. I’m still not commenting as much as I used to way back in the day, but I am reading and it feels so good!!
I’ve also decided to take a page from other memes and do a roundup of my favorite Boobday posts each week. I’ve noticed that my wifey Rebel has been highlighting her favs on her SOSS posts and I realized that it’s not “mean” if I say which ones I like best (something I have worried about since day one of starting this meme).
Also, I will be asking for participants to send in 3 photos from the same “shoot” that they’d like submit for Boobday and I will detail how I would edit them and tell you which one I’d pick as my fave and why (this would be separate from posting Boobday). Kind of like a sexy selfie clinic with a photographer’s eye.
I don’t know how often I’ll ask for those pics, but I’ll figure it out. Every Damn Day in June is coming up, so that might be a good month to start.
I have 2, possibly 3 dates this weekend. A 3rd date with The Vet, an over-night with Peter who has recently dumped his girlfriend, and possibly with the Rich Golfer* Sunday (it’s dependent on if his contractors finish up the remodeling job they’re doing). No new dates, no new dudes, no new anything. Just maintaining my little status quo.
Ok, I think that’s everything. Still no new boobs from me. Just not feeling it. The image I chose this week is from May 10th, 2012. I was 36, The Neighbor and I were en route to imploding. Fun times!
Ok, forgive any formatting issues, I’m doing this from my phone (I can’t login to my WP dashboard).
This week has been great. Since my breakthrough in therapy everything in my life feels easier. Everything. From cutting out sugar to cutting out men. I suddenly have a place in my own world and I’m no longer chasing anything or anyone.
That said, I don’t think I’m “fixed,” or anything, I just feel righteous in the best of ways.
I have a Saturday night free this weekend. The Rich Golfer is out of town for a family event, Peter’s dad is in town, and The Vet may have a work thing. I’m cool with whatever, but regardless of men sharing my bed/time I’ll have a great night.
I would have said the same thing 6 months ago, but this time it feels a whole lot different. I dig it.
Ok, on with the boobs! This week I’m posting two old ones. Since I’m on my phone I’m unsure of the dates, but they were just a couple of lines above the one from last week in my WP photo library, so I’m guessing they were from May of 2012.
I’m posting the first one because it was me at a painful worst in my life. I can’t even remember the specifics of that particular self harming without the date (I’ve only done it twice), but it speaks volumes about how far I’ve come. My poor old soul… I feel badly for what I’ve done to her sometimes.
The second photo of me is one where I was feeling myself. The backlit silhouette, the curves. It was taken just a few days before the first pic (based on its location on the photo grid).
1) either submit a pic to me via email (firstname.lastname@example.org) 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!
A little self never harm anybody… wait, what?
NOT my tits:
Before I forget again this week….Had a sudden hair dye reaction that was unpleasant and had me rushing to urgent care. Then even more unpleasant allergy testing. PSA to all the ladies in your group “do the damn patch test!!”
Anyway, just a lazy day pic
I wish to submit this binding picture as a way to show off/celebrate my great boobs.
I thought of this picture due to another person’s binding picture recently on your site.
I’ve got a really busy rest of my afternoon (it’s Thursday and I’m doing Boobday! Can you believe it????). I slept in til 7:30, stretched, fed the cat, did some chores, whitened my teeth, sipped some coffee, came into work for a quick meeting, worked on some things for a while and now I’m off to therapy, then a friend’s, then to see a famous comedian at a concert hall.
I share all of this because even once I’m home at 10 or 11 or whatever, I still want to finish a post I started writing last Saturday about my therapy break-through. It was a big one. A good one. And one y’all may or may not have seen coming.
But life has been going 100 miles an hour. My entire weekend was consumed with kid stuff and this week work has been breaking my back to the point where I come home, bake a Trader Joe’s Tartlet with cheese and prosciutto, drink two glasses of wine, and go straight to bed.
Anyway, something is coming. And it’s not just me…
My week has been filled with work and my baby, not being able to fall asleep until 1 am and finally passing out at 9:30 last night. I woke up at 5:30 today and nearly jumped out of bed. I wrote for the Smut Marathon, though didn’t get a chance to write here. I’m waffling between where to go with my thoughts.
Do I share the awful experience I had with Milwaukee? The absolutely incredible night I had with The Golfer since my last post about him? Or one of the most powerful breakthroughs I’ve ever had in therapy?
I’ll figure something out this weekend or today for sure. I have lots to say.
I’m posting a vintage pic of me since I haven’t taken a photo basically since my week in England.
Love you guys and your support. I’m reading everyone as usual and I think you’re all incredible.
NOT my tits:
This is just a beautiful, unique bra that gives the boobs a great look and lift.