The texan has chided me for being too crass on my blog.
My filter is weird y’all. I’ll talk about fisting with strangers, but I won’t let my lovers see me cry. I post pictures of myself on the internet, but refuse to let people i fuck read my blog (and the one that did I couldn’t deal with because there’s this weird line that i don’t like to have crossed).
I know this is ridiculous. I know.
But I like leather and fashion and pretty nails and queer sex and talking about those things, and you all should know that by now. And if you’re going to fuck me, tell me you want to and then let’s - but you’ll need to stop reading my blog :)