𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔞 𝔬𝔟𝔫𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

sorry, still not plural, and it doesn't matter which of us you ask.

another short little voice note, this time for my easily flustered masochistic girls (cw: blood, injury, unsanitary, disinterest). bit of a tired ramble tbh, i've been travelling for two days solid and had to do *something* before giving up on the evening

on its 240th day, the great stocking leg photography project finally has an entry photographed from an anonymous hotel room instead of my usual couch.

some semantic drift made me doubletake at this headline from an old film publication i'm researching

i was so upset at the thought of @liliumwolcott.bsky.social preferring a 104 key membrane keyboard for playing fighting games (🖤 but also 😭) that i had to break out an old friend i hadn't unpacked since moving she's imperfect and she's beautiful (and she's older than a good double handful of y'all)

apparently the middle of a sunday morning is the perfect time to feel a terrible need to unpick the tangled threads of RSD and demand avoidance as a broadly service-inclined domme with severe executive dysfunction.

i demand better, sexier dreams. i don’t expend this much energy on being a hot older pervert to dream about watching movies, scheduling conflicts and being soft-interviewed by talent hawks in a shitty apartment while stoned and wearing nothing but a loosely wrapped blanket. ffs i don’t even smoke

nth attempt at recording a short script, and for whatever reason i cannot stand my own voice even more than usual tonight idk whether to power through until i kill the cringe, or just take the hint and try again another day

PJ Harvey — is that all there is in my pants

ruin a song by adding 'i guess' to its title pet shop boys – i guess it’s a sin

brb i just cut my conversational brake lines, going for a quick chat

again, huh? the physical incapacity sure is physically incapacitating me this morning every day is a different challenge wrt finding a spark of morale, a reason to persist, a path to happiness — and most days i win. but i’m so very fucking tired of having to but i will. today is no different /pos

a slightly weird one for my easily-flustered girls (and girl-shaped objects)

there's few things as satisfying as poking at a loose tooth with your tongue. especially when it's hers, and the blood is just starting to flow, and she's just gazing up at you with those big, wet eyes and that rapturous look on her face.

transition timeline: tick tock! time passes faster but this clocky bitch —

face-down on concrete boot-bruised ribs still under assault blood running from my gums finds a lonely weed my mouth opens in wonder and we make out

a gentle voice note for my easily flustered girls —

here i am, past midnight on a sunday, painfully wide awake, my usual 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 and 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 displaced by the bitter appetites of years past, skin stretched out on skeleton of barbed wire and torn sheet metal, acidic fire licking my guts— gods i could be truly excruciatingly unkind to someone rn

adorable little fuckers

Like, there's some days when you realize the abundance of what you have and it's kind of overwhelming. I'm so happy. I'm so lucky! Hug your subs and Dommes, your mutts and Handlers, little girls and Mommies, ok??

another day, another failed attempt at making pain less bad by lying in bed and feeling sorry for myself for 2+ hours past waking. one of these days it’s gonna work, i can feel it

evasive thoughts yoke vast lacunas witholding some tenebrous self

the single worst thing about voice training is no longer being able to properly sing along with Milan Fras

today's burning question: if i feel like i'm dissociating more than usual today (more missing time) does that mean… - i'm switching *less,* and the missing time's just gone into a different container? or - am i switching *more* and the time's getting divvied into smaller chunks to minimise impact?

the feminine urge to be b— sorry, is that a typo? no? *bread?*

famine’s soft-shelled eggs undernourished genesis limos feeds hades

call me corporate interests the way i struggle to self-regulate

half-full or half-empty my glass, now vacant twice-emptied; yet droplets cling waiting and here is another glass: now empty too, but emptied by her lipstick marks its rim and full bottle fresh-opened too soon she'll return to refill both so we drink again and although, in this moment—

update: sweetums the sugar ball has just survived her fourth refillination.

this is what it feels like to truly be seen mkremins.github.io/genderquiz/

bare flesh-pale shoulder's curve bent neck wispy nape strands hair piled high above bound posture: fond supplication tender skin trembles soft leather raw edged new held by proud fingers her collar caressed english point cut buckle undone reaching out encircling claimed throat held by it i ;