I acquired quite a few gorgeous bruises last week at Kinkfest, but the most intriguing is this one. I don’t remember exactly how it occurred but it’s been there smiling at me whenever I’ve taken my clothes off in the intervening days so I’ve grown quite fond of it.
In extreme closeup, you can see patterns on my skin which are actually each tiny little stretch marks – my skin is very stretchy but doesn’t heal well. There’s a lot of contrasts here – damage resulting from my genetic condition vs damage I explicitly asked for and enjoyed receiving; pale threads of scarring vs the livid contusion; that it’s on my inner thigh but seen out of context, looks a bit like a nipple….I guess it’s a symbol of my sexuality as a person with a disability – although it imposes limitations on my energy and my physical capabilities, I’m still a kinky submissive painslut who absolutely loves a really hard fucking.
While I love sunshine and warm weather, I – along with the rest of the UK – am definitely not used to the current temperatures. After I’d drenched two vest tops simply from sitting around, I decided that clothes were overrated and so was being upright
My body isn’t conventionally ‘perfect’ – many years of SSRIs, fatigue, joint problems and desk jobs have taken their toll on my metabolism and my shape. But, I’ve learned to love my figure just the way it is. Thanks to my genetic condition (Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome), I have very soft skin which always looks tanned, courtesy of my mixed heritage. My favourite bits are my tits and my arse – both curvaceous and bodacious.
When I’m in hotels (which is a lot, for work), I like to play with the mirrors, looking for new ways to see myself and celebrate being just the way I am.