Honey I am taking Sean to the Mother Son dance at the club tonight, you know the routine you don’t have to wait up for me unless you really want to….he will take good care of Mom I am sure, and our other friends and their son’s will also be there, so I doubt I will lack for attention tonight.
In fact it might be quite a late night, if we get invited to any after hours party I think we will go, I know he has the stamina for that so I would love to take the advantage….or maybe I should say I hope to be taken advantage of….many times today…..just watch our porn and make sure you don’t cum before we get home.
Magic Toy of Insane Orgasms.
I genuinely could not understand the hype over it until our Generous Fellow sent us one.
Now I’m convinced it’s pure devil magic, in the best ways.
A HUGE “thank you” to you, again, friend.
Also, I can’t wait for that Mars rock. I bet it’s going to be spectacular. ;P
Love this lady!!!
Since becoming a mother two years ago, I’m constantly going back and forth between loving my body and being horribly depressed about it. I love the reminder that my body did something so amazing. During my pregnancy, each new mark was a source of great joy; it meant my son was growing. But some days, I’m struck with the realization that I’m twenty years old, and this is my body now. No matter how much I may love it, there will always be someone. Some woman at the beach telling her husband that I shouldn’t be wearing that. Some man trying to hurt my feelings by pointing out my sagging stomach or my flattened breasts.
Since giving birth, I’ve had some hip problems that, last month, ended up with septic arthritis. I had emergency surgery to clean out the fluids and infection, and now I have a new mark. It’s still pink and raw and peeling. I know one day, it will be a reminder of the people that care for me; my boyfriend for making me go to the ER. His mother for taking me in for four weeks so that she could do my IV medication for me. My friends who immediately stepped forward to watch my son while I was in the hospital and my boyfriend was at work. Members of the community that have helped buy food and clothes for me and my son. This mark will remind me of the kindness in the world.
I’m hoping I can keep that in mind when the “someones” show up.
Namiah, you wonderful woman! Did you realize that during this write up you went from remarking on possible things you didn’t like about yourself to affirming and even thanking others for their profound impact on you? I’m so proud of you for just being really honest about your struggle. To say you are more than the sum of your parts does not do it justice because your parts are wonderful - your sum is infinite. Blessings to you and your family & friends.
Beautiful. Oh my good lord, fucking beautiful.