read with Amber Dawn at Modern Times Bookstore tonight! such a pleasure to hear her book read aloud & share some poems
Erik Olson
I Fucking Love Space, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inchesMercury, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inchesVenus, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inchesEarth, 2011
oil on canvas, 72 x 84 inchesMars, Fear & Dread, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inchesJupiter, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inchesSaturn, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inchesUranus, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inchesNeptune, 2011
oil on panel, 48 x 36 inchesThe Gateway (Hubble Deep Field), 2011
oil on canvas, 72 x 84 inchesThis summer I am working at an outer space themed summer camp. And because the main name of our camp has onomatopoeic z’s in it, our boss has been calling it “inter-zalactic.”
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more than two/ polyamory/ jealousy: practice (via inventinghope)
I sort of agree with this, but as I’ve said before, often times “rules” are just a convenient way of saying “If you did this, it would make me sad” - and that’s not necessarily controlling, that’s communicating. And if you’re in a relationship with someone, you each deserve to know what the other finds upsetting.
(via wittingpolyamory)
“If you did this, I would be sad,” is indeed communicating. Which is very different from making a rule. An order of magnitude different.
I completely agree that partners should know about each other, and definitely should know what makes them happy and sad.
(via polyamorousmisanthrope)
(via deserthooker)
(via thingsiddotoyou)
“How Poetry Saved My Life” Reading with Amber Dawn (& me!) on Wednesday in SF
I’m reading as a special guest for Amber Dawn‘s San Francisco book release party for How Poetry…
unf.
(Source: elusive-angel, via submissivefeminist)
In reference to this ask here
This chart of course is based off of my own personal experience and opinion
Why do we need feminism, you ask?
Just in case you missed this.
Fuck.
Daddy likes to challenge me, and he knows I’m stubborn enough to accept his challenges. I wanted a bunny tail so bad, I begged and bargained and he made me a deal; He would let me have one, but it had the be the large sized plug. “You can do it,” he said. “I’ll help you be a big girl.”
I whined and fussed when I finally held it in my hands. It was glass and heavy and beautiful. The plug was so big I could barely wrap my fingers around it. Daddy soothed me and helped me to relax. I yelped when it went in, and cried just a little. It stretched my little bum so… Daddy held me tight and pet my hair until I was calm and then whispered “Look in the mirror little bunny, look at your pretty tail.” I listened like a good girl and he was right, it was so pretty and it made me feel better.
Daddy kissed me the way bunnies like to be kissed. He pressed against my tail and I moaned. I couldn’t get enough of him. I never ever could.
I asked him very nicely if he would fuck me while my tail was in. He’s such a good Daddy that he said yes!
It was so tight, I was overwhelmed in the bestest ways.
I liked the way my tail felt when he thrust into me and Daddy liked the way I screamed into the mattress when I came.
(“The neighbours can still hear you little one,” he said. “Even when you muffle your screams.”) (I was too giggly from the cums to blush though.)
Daddy was so proud of me, he said he would get me the smaller one if I wanted, and then I could start working on my second tail-related task…