Underneath my yellow skin

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Typcasting my love

Just for a change of pace, let’s talk about something more frivolous than the shitty state of the world. Which, quite honestly, could be anything. Literally anything. In this case, it’s romance sex,  and it’s still related to everything that’s going on. I have a type. I noticed it decades ago. Alan Rickman. I could… Continue Reading

Random musings for the hell of it

Checking in with my feelings. *Several seconds of internal checking* Yep, still furious. And with the news as to who Trump is going to appoint when he’s president, scared as fuck. Again, not necessarily for myself as I have options, but for all the people who will be hurt by the upcoming administration. I don’t… Continue Reading

More on dating me

I’ve done several posts about what it would take to get me off my couch and actually date/fuck someone. The last post derailed hard into ‘dysfunctional family’ territory, but I’m not sorry about that. Family is important. Not in a ‘but faaaaamily!’ way, but because the scars you collect in your childhood can carry out… Continue Reading