This has been my avatar on Fetlife for ages. Surprised I’d not shared it here before.

“If feminists keep telling me to stop watching porn we’re breaking up.”

She realised she’d said it out loud and blushed.

I’m proud of my daughter.

Posts tentative casting call.

Opens first half dozen emails.

Deletes casting calls.

Goes and has shower in bleach.

Selfies can be awesome. They remind you of fond memories, happy times, people you enjoyed being with. How you enjoyed your fetishes.

I’ve done a few. I’ve loaded up my camera on a tripod, set the timer and run like hell to adopt “the perfect pose”. It’s a mix of freaking awesome and intense frustration. The results can be amazing or rubbish.

It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is for a few minutes you can capture those moments when you were happy in your fetish.

It happens about once a week. A certain person, who shall remain nameless, likes an image and then asks to become bosom buddies on Fetlife. No message, just a friends request. I decline.

To be fair, I decline most friends requests as I’m not in that game. There’s a “Follow” button you can use. Otherwise I’m a choosy bugger.

I don’t block him. He’s done nothing wrong bar not read a profile. I’m not that much of a bastard. So I decline his request and wait another week.

Wonder if I’ll miss him when he finally gives up?

One of the problems with clearing out the old site is I lost track of some of my images. As a consequence, I’ve accidentally shared the same image more than once.

Apologies and I will try and do better.