Monument

INTERNATIONAL CRIME RING AFOOT!?

Over 100 left shoes stolen from Albuquerque shoe store

It’s a curtain rod to a window midway up the stairs. We’re looking down a flight of steep older stairs. The mattress is lit by the window that is (mostly) under the rod, and by an open door at the bottom of the stairs.

Kinda N/A.

I haven’t really participated in any scenes where partners have focused on someone other than me.

Not because I’m greedy or weird or anything - I just have had an odd series of fails.
I had a play partner ignore the rules of the scene before fucking happened, so the scene ended. In another, someone drank too much, so we all cuddled and made a nice breakfast the next day. In one, a normie learned a planned play partner was kinky at the bar and his version of flirting traumatized her - because I guess he thought that because she was up for fun with some people, she was up for fun with anyone. (He kept trying to grab her phone when she was showing others photos she didn’t want him to see. She was pretty subby/didn’t want to speak up, and he was using the table as cover to put his hands on her legs until she got triggered and literally ran crying to the bathroom. He was a friend of a friend, and was very clearly instructed not to speak to another person and leave immediately as soon as we figured out what was happening/that she just wanted it to stop/didn’t want to press charges.)

Consent. Gotta make sure people are willing participants in whatever fantasy you have in your head.

A gentleman of the streets.

(Which is an exaggeration for effect, I like my comfortable indoor life. I would do what it took to maintain it.)

Yeah, but I’m polyamorous and kinky.

I’ve been a part of group sex where I was talking a breather or just at a play party.

Sadly, I don’t have that ability, but I would gladly cheer on whoever does have that ability.

$37.50 an hour to talk to a minimum of 6 strangers that want something from me and think I can deliver it for them?

I’d rather be an urban outdoorsman.

My shitpost response is that I personally plan to be sluttier.

My serious response is that social media needs to be more social.
I hate Facebook because it’s just an advertising platform, but I don’t know what is going on if I avoid it. I wish there was a way to just share social calendars with all my friends. Like - I want a group tracker that one-click adds stuff that I find interesting. I want to only see stuff certain folks have added to their tracker, and have the ability to share with folks what stuff I’m sharing to share, vs what I’m sharing because I’m actually going to attend something. Make it easy to connect with folks, not advertisers.

The really funny thing is that I’m in a heterosexual couple. My wife is bi, but the closest I tread to the rainbow is polyamory.

It’s not even a good insult!
Oooh. I’m going to associate you with a group that has shown incredible resilience and generally embodies such dastardly values as embracing their true selves, seeking or building community, respecting each other, valuing mental health and self care, and living in defiance of what is expected of them.
I’ve been given more insulting compliments.

I have dogs. (And a cat that hisses at the mailman, so - a dog.)

We all sleep naked. Not under the same blanket.

All I see are under-evolved crabs.