Dirty Little Bookworm

Lilith simply told the truth exactly as it was. Morgan of Avalon healed just as she was asked.

Jezbel did not seduce, did not lead astray, did not corrupt - she protected. She punished him who dared slaughter her people because they didn’t believe as he did and in retaliation he slaughtered her too.

History is littered with women facing the consequences of men’s actions. Of being held responsible for the choices men make based on their biases and fears.

And in summation? Always remember:

They never burned witches. Not ever.

They burned women.

I missed yesterday due to personal chaos - but here’s day 11 of 30:

Thank you! That picture makes me so happy and it was such a lovely, sleepy, quiet, calming, subby day.

It’s so funny because things have fucking sucked lately and I’ve been like perpetually on the verge of a meltdown but having to hold it the fuck together because like…what else are you going to do?

But I’ve pretty much been feeling like I’m fucking dying for months.

But we put the restraints on and I literally like…I just snapped the fuck out. Like totally went super floaty and melty and accomplished exactly nothing the rest of the day. It made me feel so safe and it just put me in a headspace where I could drown my brain out for the first time in a while and it was amazing and so relieving and I finally felt like I could fucking breathe. It was nice.

Thank you, friend. I’ve missed being around. Things are good for me and the HusDom…but are not good in pretty much any other sense.

No. But here’s a picture of my sweet baby Sugar because I miss her dumb, dramatic ass 🥺

This says that you asked this mid-January. So first of all - sorry for only just now seeing it.

But also…I don’t know what specifically would have prompted this question in January but I can with complete confidence tell you that no - I am not okay.

But the plants still have to be watered and the pets still have to be fed because otherwise will we not only not be okay but we’ll also have dead plants and dead pets.

Oh!

Rambling but okay yeah I know what would have prompted this in January.

My dog died. And it was very sudden. And very unexpected. And very fast. And I wasn’t fucking there. I was out of town. And I left the second HusDom called me to tell me he was taking her to the vet - and I couldn’t make it back in time. She n e e d e d me and I wasn’t there for her and I was her fucking person. She adored both me and him but as soon as he and I got serious she glommed onto me and like she was my little shadow. And this just fucking gutted me. Especially because like 2 days before (literally the day I left to go out of town) we were talking about how we still had years left with her and how that was good because I was going to lose my fucking mind when she finally went.

Anyway. That’s not all that’s been going on and it definitely came in the middle of a whole other shitstorm of stuff in my life - but that’s probably what prompted whatever post I made in January that made you ask this question.

If asking for consent “ruins the mood” then you were the only one in the mood to begin with.

When thinking of consent - think of FRIES 🍟 Consent is:

✅ Freely Given

You are agreeing without any force, threats, pressure, coercion, intimidation, or substances.

✅ Reversible

You can change your mind at any time and for any reason.

✅ Informed

You are fully aware of and understand what you’re agreeing to.

✅ Enthusiastic

You’re only doing what you want to do and what you’re excited about.

✅ Specific

Say yes only to what you’re comfortable with - saying yes to one thing doesn’t mean you have to consent to everything.