Friday, October 26th, is Boobday!

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I have a post I want to write called “2.66666” (you’ll see why later), but I have been running around like a chicken with her head cut off.  Pey’s extracurricular activities have had me so goddamned busy it’s nuts.

Plus I’ve gotten way more baby-time because my ex went on another vacation with his wife sans children (yeah me! but also: WHAT A DICK). Who knows?  Maybe I’ll write it tonight or this weekend.

The really big news is that I revealed myself to 3 whole new people (me + Hy) which brings the grand total to (I think) 5 humans on the planet who know me and have the URL.

In my attempt to open up and connect with people I’ve realized I have to actually try and the first step in all of this is to merge my two lives.

I warned them all that my boobs are everywhere and my writing is very explicit about my sex life, but they insisted they’d love to read (because they’ve always loved to read me in whatever form they could get it (mommy blog, MySpace, AngelFire??)).

I hyperventilated a little before I sent her the URL, but was equally excited that I could be this open with someone.  Framily means everything to me.

My pain has waned in the last few days and I chalk it up to 3 days in a row on the treadmill with lots of core work (“lots” = not a lot, actually).  My mood has lifted as a result and I’m feeling generally perkier.  Pain is like a fucking fog, man.  It saps you of everything.

I’m plotting ways to buy my plane ticket to London – I was *this* close this weekend, but I literally forgot.  I’ve raised $600 so far towards it.  I’ll be doing it this weekend so help me.

Ok, that’s the boring business side of things.

I’m still really happy with my last “real” post and Peter and I have plans for Saturday.  Regardless of him not being mine, I absolutely love spending time with him.  He’s good for my shriveled little soul and it’s a good amuse bouche for the real meal.  Don’t worry; I know what I’m doing.

Love you all.

Oh – and one more thing – I’m kicking around the idea of doing a podcast.  I’m told so many times in real life to write about my dating/sexual exploits because they’re so ridiculous. Apparently my friends find them amusing??

I’m thinking of formatting it like having a chat with a friend, but first literally drawing a word or a theme from a reader/follower that’s been submitted because I swear to god, you could stay “banana” and I’d have some kind of dating/sex story that would relate to it.

What do you guys think?  Who would want to chat with me and have it in a podcast?  All anonymous, of course.  It would just be one woman’s account of her dating experience plus her friends’ two cents/reactions/thoughts/own stories.

Anyhoo – just some thoughts I’ve been having.

Love you all – as always.

And if my real life friends are reading this, my boobs are about 4 inches down from this line.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Love you and welcome! I’m so happy you’re here!!

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.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!

My tits:

Sweater weather 🖤 Sort of.

NOT my tits:

My sweet Sandyyyyy.

It was Tuesday, BoyToy said “you know what that means

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It’s been nearly 1 year since SMN submitted a photo and I sure hope she submits more.
Hubby had more than a nibble the other night.
“Ow, that hurt fucker!”
“Well, your soaked panties say another thing.”


Friday, October 19th, is Boobday!

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Nice, long and lazy day today.  My post earlier this week wiped me out and I’ve just been getting through the days.  Not unhappily, just livin’.  You know how that goes.  Doing the adult thing.

Peter has texted his excitement about Saturday.  We’ll have hours and hours together.  I’m going into it with an eye on how I feel, but also intent on really enjoying the time we have together.  It’s like we’re at summer camp.

Sorry I posted this so late!

And to you ladies who post a Boobday post on IG, please tag me IN your pics.  @ing me in the caption doesn’t help me see it; I get too many notifications and sometimes they slip through the cracks.

Love you all.

Time for school pick up!  Yay!!

xx

Hy

 

My tits:

Ab work is no joke.

NOT my tits:

Handfuls of Sandy.

Sorry this is late. I wanted this pic for you…his hands on me….and he just now left.

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Anonymous Aussie has returned to the fold! I swear to god she’s my boob twin!

Spring is springing down under & the warmer weather is on its way, yay!
Anon Aussie 😍

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Friday, October 5th, is Boobday!

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I met with a friend who traveled to the mountains with me in mid September.  We’ve known each other for 20 years and some of our best friends were getting married on a mountain top.  While there with all of them I was near tears all weekend, not just because of the wedding, but because I was with my people.  My people, you understand?  Sort of like my blog people, except clothed.

It was all I could do not to open up to them all all at once, but I stayed my confession.  It really wasn’t the right time.  We were all basking in the love in the air, but last night, sitting across from this old friend getting a sweater I’d left behind in his rental car I was struck that the time was right. And so I did.

And guess what??  The sky didn’t fall.  He didn’t even seem surprised and then began to tell me all the female friends he has who also have double lives on Patreon and how he’s helped with photo shoots and with creative recommendations.

He understood that I was just trying to piece my two sides together and I was vague with the details, but it still felt good to draw them closer.

Then I came home, made a grilled cheese sandwich, watched Frasier and slept in till 10 am.  Woke up, read in bed for two hours then started cooking for the week in my handy dandy Instant Pot.

I’m about to take the dog on a hike along the river before Peter stops by then I’ll be going to a sex-positive event here in town with some peeps I know.  I’ll be home early, curled on my couch with the dog where I will continue to contemplate my navel.

I’m growing tired of the double life, honestly, and I’m running out of things to say here.  I wonder sometimes if it’s time to hang up my Hy hat, but then I think about losing all of you and I think No way, Jose.  Just relax and you’ll get your mojo back, Hy!

Anyway, I’m not going anywhere just yet (I’m totally going to London in March), but I am thinking about giving myself a break.  Setting up Boobday for a month and just going dark to see how I feel sans blog.  Last time I did that A Dissolute Life Means… was born.  Who knows what would come of a break this time around?

Love you guys.

xx,

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.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!

My tits:

It’s been a while since I deliberately dressed for a photo.

NOT my tits:

Imagine being beneath Sandy.


Friday, September 21st, is Boobday!

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Peter has filled me up with his lovely jizz and I’m off to a birthday dinner date with the gay(ish) couple.  They’re making me dinner so it leads me to believe they want to consummate our relationship tonight, but I am more than satisfied after an hour of sweaty, tear-infused fucking with Peter.  Plus, JIZZ.

I like to languish in the smells and filth of sex, so I won’t be showering.  I will be going as is and making some kind of excuse later as to why I don’t want to fool around – if it comes to that.  Plus, I’m not that attracted to the younger one…

Anyway, Happy Almost Autumn!  And I’ll hopefully be writing more this weekend.

(Maybe I should make an Every Dam Day in _____ commitment because that was fun and surprisingly easy.)

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SANDY!!

Love you all.

xx

Hy

[Ed. Note:: I got home after 1 am and attempted to polish this post off, but promptly fell asleep mid-attempt.  I did not consummate my relationship with The Boys because I realized it’s really hard to be turned on by a gay couple.  We discussed it openly and the older one, the “tom cat,” will take point on this and we’ll see where it goes.]

 

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.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!

 

 

My tits:

Sent this to Peter the other night.

 

NOT my tits:

LOLA 092118
A rendition of my dear friend, Lo. Click the pic to buy HH’s book!

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Sandy has dressed up her girl for her birthday!

I hope this isn’t too tacky (uhh…no pun intended lol)
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Today is my birthday. The boy toy gave me the largest bouquet of flowers I’ve ever seen, a new health tracking watch, and cum covered boobs.

 


Friday, September 14th, is Boobday!

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My finger is hovering over the click button to buy my plane tickets to London for next year’s Eroticon.  Peter continues to bring a little pocket of joy and play into my week.  The school year is in full swing.  My back pain has lowered to a 5 or 6.  My finances are straightening out.  I’m sleeping well.  I’m thick as fuck.  I’m calm.
I’m headed to the mountains this weekend for a best friend’s wedding.  I can’t wait to feel the chill air on my skin and wrap my arms around my friends.
So far, 43 ain’t half bad.
Love you all as always.
xx,
Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.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!

My tits:

 

I still pop it.

NOT my tits:

Lovely Sandy and her gorgeous jugs.

Took this to try cheering up the boy toy.

 

 


Friday, September 7th, is Boobday!

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I missed last week because my dog was suicidal via a cacao nibs binge (he’s ok now and I’m $1000 poorer) and I was getting ready to leave town with Peyton for my birthday and the long weekend.  The day hit and it rolled right over me.  Wooooo, boy!

I apologize to everyone who relies on memes every week.  I’m not as good as everyone else at this (Kayla, Molly, Rebel, just to name a few), but I’m pretty sure that’s no secret at this point.  I do what I can and I reserve a space; I hate to admit that I’m not always present, but I hope the spirit of #Boobday lives on beyond me.  I now that so many of you carry on without me and I”m so grateful that you do.

I do my damndest to get it up Thursday night/early Friday am for those east of me (read: almost everyone), but for whatever odd reason it’s entirely possibly that it just never happens.

Tonight I’m high off a great second date with a new FWB and the prospect of a late morning lie-in (by myself – don’t get excited lol), so here I am tick-tacking away at nearly 1 am (correction: 1:30 am).

All this to say: you guys, I’m sorry for being such a lame meme-owner person.  I do my best, but I am not organized.  This blog of mine is about as organic as it gets.  It ebbs and flows with me.  My outside life is swelling and I’m struggling to find the time and energy to focus here.

I am not remotely close to giving up on it – it’s still an enormous part of who I am – but I am less capable of devoting time and attention to it apparently, that much is clear.  So, please keep being patient with me.  I’m here, I’m available, I’m on it (sort of lol).  I’m absolutely dedicated to this space and the meme and everything else.

Ok, enough of all this whatever it is.

Love you guys.

And Sandy?  You’re just a regular badass and I love you.  Thank you for being you.

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.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!

 

My tits:

All stretched out.

 

NOT my tits:

Sexy Sandy doing the boring shit, but looking hot while she does it.

Reading and relaxing

 


Friday, August 24th, is Boobday!

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Holy shit.  Sharp Objects is fucking. me. up.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with it, HBO picked up the option on the book written by Gillian Flynn (Gone Girl).  I never read the book, but I did read Gone Girl and that fucked me up, too.  Her lead characters are complicated, fucked up, flawed women, and Sharp Objects is largely focused on the mother-daughter relationship and barely surviving it.

Sick parents, love-starved children, self-annihilating behavior, reckless, broken adults.  Fuuuuuck.

I went ahead and Googled the ending of the book because there was no way I could sit through the finale when it comes out without knowing what the fuck happens and it’s about as chilling as I thought.  But it was more than that.  The emotional sickness seeps out of the story and right into me.  I feel restless and sad.  So so sad.  So then I popped on Frasier to cleanse the mental palate and here we are.

I probably should have just written instead, but oh well.  I’m exhausted from an intense week of work and men.  I’ve accidentally had 3 dates, which was not my plan.  I see Peter tomorrow then give a second chance to my Tuesday night date who pissed me off.  Saw an ex-lover last night for what I thought was just an innocent friend thing, but at the end of the night he threw himself at me in a fit of despair from missing his girlfriend and before that I met a lovely man with chiseled abs for a drink.  We plan on seeing each other for fun and frolic when he gets back from vacation.  The sad ex-lover will remain just that: an ex-lover.

Tonight I’ll be in bed by 11 and will take some CBD oil and turmeric for my pain and cuddle my body pillow and my dog.  Being grown up is exhausting.  Just ask our sweet Sandy.

Back in June she discovered she tested positive for the BRCA1 gene and she’s begun the arduous process of taking precautionary measures including considering voluntary prophylactic mastectomy.  This week she had her ovaries removed.  Please send her all the love and positive vibes you can.  We love you, Sandy!!

Love you guys.

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.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!

 

My tits:

All the valleys and hills.

NOT my tits:

Cozy Sandy.

 


Friday, August 17th, is Boobday!

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I’ve been detoxing all week as I haven’t had a drop of alcohol since Sunday and I’ve really cleaned up my diet.  It’s amazing to think of how pure my adult body once was (think pregnancy and breastfeeding).  Seems like when left to my own devices I don’t take the best care of myself and the 20 extra pounds I’ve put on are proof.  I am dy-ing.

Ann St. Vincent and I are keeping each other accountable (she’s lost 7 lbs so far!) and I’m motivated to stick to it to manage my pain which seems to be seeping into new parts of my body lately, particularly my aching legs.  It’s getting better, though, and I signed up for a gym around the corner so on those nights after a long day of work and I’m itching to move I have a safe (and cool) place to go.  Go purple Planet Fitness!

I’ve been missing Elliot this week – or rather what I hoped he would be to me.  The shirt I ordered him will arrive any day now.  I guess I have a new night shirt…

Love you all!

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.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!

This was an inch or two ago – 2014/15.

NOT my tits:

Sandy’s got some damn good romance in her life.

He kissed me in the rain until we were soaked. And when I took him inside and stripped him naked…..I stole his black T-shirt 😂


Friday, August 10th, is Boobday!

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I’ve been quiet around here, I know.  Mostly deliberately.  Things aren’t going well between me and Elliot, and while I have no regrets and feel like I have grown exponentially, I haven’t wanted to write about it.

I’ve also been having some hot sex with a very old FWB (he’s the guy I met on Tinder in this post).  Peter is the cure to my ails, a cookie to dip in my black coffee.  He’s sweet, affectionate, giving and thinks I’m the cat’s meow and is absolutely zero maintenance.  He’s helped keep me sane since things with Elliot began to unravel.

August has started out with a real bang for me and I’ve let the writing slip to the way side.  Always writing posts in my head, though.  I wonder how many times I’ve written the words, “I’ll post about it soon/later…”

And this week I remembered to include Sandy’s note.   All the hugs to you, Sandy!

Love you guys,

xx

Hy

 

My tits:

I do have a “pose.”

NOT my tits:

I feel Sandy.

It was suggested to me today to consider voluntary prophylactic mastectomy. Lots on the mind.

 


Friday, August 3rd, is Boobday!

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Having a lazy day today.  I’ve been sleeping really well lately since I’ve been taking a couple of Ibuprofen before bed to help with my inflammation.  I’ll wake up in the early dawn with pain in my hips and legs.  My back pain is at an all time high.  I suppose it could be the 20lbs I’ve gained since 2015 coupled with just it being a 10-year-old injury.  But, man, that Ibuprofen has really made a difference for this old lady!

I have lots of things to say, but for now I’ll leave Boobday just with my usual little update:  I’m good, I’m here, nothing new to report of any interest.

Everyone please send Sandy virtual hugs.  She’s got a big decision to make in her future.

xx

Hy

 

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.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!

My tits:

Just doing my thing…

 

NOT my tits:

Sweet Sandy and her loveliness.