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Joie de Vivre

It was my best friend Joie’s 40th birthday this past weekend. She’s older than I am by a few years and she’s a graceful badass.

The sun was shining and her partners threw her a backyard bbq. It was finally warm enough for me to wear a dress. (And flash the camera, of course.)

I wore the pe...

Body Hair

Letting my body hair grow in the winter feels like more of a personal preference. I don’t like to spend my limited time on bullshit beauty maintenance, so it’s an easy step to skip when I’m wearing sweaters every day anyway. Now that it’s getting warmer and my legs and armpits are more exposed in my clothing there’s the added element of people’s reaction to it. I’m lucky to spend plenty of time in progressive spaces where folks mind their own fucking business about what other fo...

Slow Time and Freedom

Joie and I went on some weed-giggle induced tangent about having a titty sundial, which inspired this photo when we were in the woods. Walking around nude in the wilderness has been the best perk of owning our own forest.

All of the acres were just used as some rich family’s hunting property for the last few hundred years. We got it for a steal. Aside from the hunting platforms in the trees, which we tore down as our first order of business as a gesture of goodwill toward the deer, t...

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I’ve been planning some exciting photo shoots for June, can’t wait to share them here with all of you lovely Patrons.

In the mean time I bought myself flowers to celebrate SLAYING a work-related thing. This month has been madness, still a few more weeks of a busy work schedule before summer hours take effect.

What are you guys looking forward to the most about summer?

Toppy Femme Thoughts

I posted this on tumblr last fall when I found myself daydreaming about being mean to a pretty girl:

“My nails are sharp and I’m thinking about you. I want to drag them across your skin, leave red trails to mark where I’ve been. I want to pinch you. Hard. Crescent moon indents on your hips from my grip. I want to make sharp little bites across your collar bone, I want to make you yelp. I want your skin to remember me, baby. I want to hurt you enough that it surprises you....

Self Preservation

My skin aches for finger tips and the sensation of warm breath. I remember tenderness. I remember closeness. I miss how responsive my skin is to someone’s attention. I dream of that electric feel. In the mean time I keep myself busy, I write and I study, I stop and smell the flowers. I commune with the roses and the bumble bees.

Explosive 💥

The Madame of the house has a stunning office, it’s always locked during the parties but you can see through the glass door that it’s full of treasures. There are skulls, oddities, and a medieval weapon or two. My eyes are always drawn to the basket of grenades on the desk. Late at night I’ve muttered more than once that I’d like to put one between my teeth, just play with them a little. The danger is alluring, sure, but the weight of them, the heft, it added to their power.

Wh...

Ageing While Female

(The following is an excerpt from a piece I wrote for the the “Better With Age” ‘zine that we created for the 4th Sapphic Slumber Party in the Fall of 2018.)

“Can I borrow your tweezers?” I ask no one in particular. I’m backstage in the dressing room with all of the other women in the show. Our stage call is in 20 minutes but we’ve been carefully eating cheetos in full faces of make up for a while. We are crammed into the tiny dressing room, bright lights, bobby p...

Fierce Fox 🦊

A favourite pair of motivational undies.

O what a beauty

Ms.O in the morning, after the Sapphic Slumber Party.

Grabby hands ✨

A cheeky gif of Mars interfering with an attempted butt selfie on Friday night in the dungeon.

Also, congrats to Patreon for finally making gifs work on their app.

Girl’s night

Friday night was... kind of bad. Not in a disasterous way, there were no incidents or accidents, it just wasn’t what I needed.

My social anxiety was through the roof. I couldn’t relax. E bailed last minute, so that left me as the only top, and seemingly the only extrovert in a group of 9 women. Nothing makes my social anxiety run rampant like being the only extrovert in a quiet crowd. It makes me feel like I have to fill the silence and entertain, which in turn makes me embarrassed...

I went with the yellow ✨

It was a busy night in the dungeon, but we sneaked a few snapshots before the space was packed. The church pews are my favourite feature. I’m loving the fact that O’s pink Doxy vibrator is peeking into the shot too, like “psst”.

(Full album will be posted for Full Access patrons tomorrow.)

New Things

None of my bruises are from sex anymore. That little one on my thigh is from clumsily bumping into things. So much has changed with my relationships ending and/or shifting, and I find myself with no outlets for kink, or masochism. (Aside from checking my ex’s Snapchat obsessively, which oooooh shit is self-harm in the highest form.)

I’ve been wallowing for too long. I’m lucky to have a coven of babes who are rallying me to actually go out (!) to a super fun sex club tonight. It u...

Exposed

Flashing my pretty underthings to the camera.

Quiet Moments with O

Morning after peacefulness.

Swoon

A late night moment. Shimmer and M waited all night to be brave enough to make a move. 4am is the perfect time for bubble-chair makeouts.

Morning Glory Ms.O

Ms.O is such a lovely subject. She looks right at home in this angelic room.

I love using filters and lighting to convey the mood or feeling of a moment. In this case the dreamy feel of the mansion. The same image is here below with no filters, just a few basic lighting edits. I think the original is lovely too so I wanted to share it here as well.

Ethical non-monogamy and the full moon. (And the follow up.)

I originally posted this on tumblr, but was never able to post the follow up to this story. I realized I can share it here now.

“Don’t look at the full moon with her. It would break my heart.” I know it’s unreasonable so I never ask, but I wish I could. I know better though, I know the moon doesn’t belong to me, and neither does he. Standing under the moon is a different thing between any two people, I know this, but it feels like mine. 

Never le...

Chop chop 💛

Thanks for being Full Access folks! I saved you all the good stuff.

As promised, wood-chopping lumberjack baby.

Someone needed to make all that kindlin’.

(Photos you think about sending to your ex.)

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Lumberjack Heart

Thanks to a cheeky text from Mars I was inspired to take some photos while I was chopping wood this morning.

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(Full album coming for Full Access folks later today.)

Full Moon Feels

(The last few slumber party pics will be posted next week. In the mean time I’ve got some forest pics, and later some prose. 💐)

It’s still cold here up north, but I got all sweaty doing chores and stripped down. I’m pretty sure chopping wood was therapeutic, you gotta be centred and you gotta be stubborn.

Joie and I went hiking today and found all kinds of tiny spring flowers. All kinds of little inspirations.

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Femme Power

Picked Joie up for our witchy cabin weekend and she was wearing the best shirt. We brought our yoga mats, so much weed and my trouble making pup.

The place I worked last night doing a speaking engagement gifted me a lovely bouquet of tulips. I brought them with us so we could enjoy them.

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All by Myself

I keep forgetting that masturbation is good self care. Even if my neighbours can absolutely hear my hitachi.

(Sketch by the talented Elly Smallwood, who you can also follow on Patreon!)

These Darlings 🖤

I spent most of the evening taking photos of Kitten, Elly, and Ms.O. It’s so easy, I turn around and they take my breath away, and I say “omg don’t move” and I click and smile in that hazy way you do when they look at you like this.

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I treated myself to cute little peach panties. I thought you’d appreciate them.

This week has been really emotional, and work has been too much, but in two more sleeps I’m picking my best friend up and we’re gonna drive out to the woods for a witchy weekend cabin getaway.

I’m bringing my wild pup and the rain is supposed to finally quit, and the full moon will be perfect for cooking up some sort of spell or release. Joie and I have both been working on healing and recove...

Elle

Meeting Ember’s partner Elle was a highlight of the last slumber party. She’s a glowing light, and I was delighted she joined us.

Small update:

I went on a date. I think. (It’s so hard to tell with queer girls sometimes!!!)

Our park plans got rained out, so she suggested tea and coffee at a cute little place.

I arrived early so I wouldn’t be frazzled, I was happy with my outfit, (which is a big deal because she’s a tailor by trade and she’s soooooo stylish it kills me). I thought I looked cute, which I’ve been struggling with lately. I scoped out a good spot by the front window, away from the other coffee-shop...

Kitten and the Rainbow Butterfly Tattoos

A cute instax shot of one of the silliest bdsm scenes in Sapphic Slumber Party history. Very serious stuff.

Kitten gettin’ spooky 💀

One of my favourite instax shots from the evening, Kitten with silk kimonos and a silver friend.