hi there 💗

I turned 34 this past week. It was the first birthday I didn't plan some extravagant trip or new experience to gush over (33 was PDX, hippy air bnb and mushroom trip).

I spent it with My house toy doing a mixture of adult must-dos for My new job position and really cute fag shit that's nostalgic and fed My soul; a quiet morning connecting with close friends and an evening dressing up and going out to dine. All ending with sleepy sex turned dollie whore orgasm.

It snowed and I oddly loved it. This year I want to focus on connection, grounded in present love and joy. In this political time, I must remember we make it together.

Explaining My TPE to My vanilla-ish coworker really brings Me life. I'm noting house toy and his excellence (personal service of moving My coffee and vapes into My studio when it's time for Me to get ready for work because it knows I follow wherever My coffee goes because caffeine because this act ensures I get to work on time). She responds with something along the lines of, well that's beyond, that's the love there cuz that's beyond just service.

No. It is service: every moment of every day it is owned property and its purpose is to be 24/7/365 Mine as I need it to be and see fit. he knows this action because he serves Me. they are attuned because personal service is our foundation.

Enjoying My little high 🍃🫶🏼

Admiring My property.

After being yelled at and called demeaning names by a peer for the first time in My almost 2 years of doing peer support work:

I come home to be greeted at My car door; kisses on My forehead; gentle encouragement to come inside; a cooked, hot meal prepared to My ND needs; drinks of choice and recovery need; a hug that was as long as I needed it to be; comfort movie (tonight's flavor Rush Hour); dab rig (HP) ready, concentrate opened and HP torched for Me to simply inhale; porch weed and open ears; another long AF hug with whispered secrets; and a presence within and by it that is so deeply healing and divine.

My property tends to My nest, My house; this includes My bodymind and heartspirit. it serves and in that service--keeps Me here.

Yesterday I celebrated 1 year of stupid romantic, fag-to-the-max relationship with My house toy (kink hits different when you're also in love). I wasn't looking for love when we met in 2023; upon meeting you, I felt an immediate magnetism and fell directly into your orbit. Our connection, communication, vulnerability, comfort, joy, care, love, support, dynamic and energy exchange has changed the course of my life. I'm blessed and grateful to know you and call you mine 🥰🔐🥹🌸💕 I'm looking forward to what awaits us in year 2.

Soft mornings with My property is the sweetest sweetness in My life: fat joints and hot black coffee on the porch, comfort movies while budgeting, sucker fish kisses and puppy boy pets as it kneels beneath Me, breakfast to My exact specifications, relationship/dynamic affirming conversations.

Last night I found Myself fussy and unsettled (long day of gender dysphoria for the first time after almost 6 years of T). My property held Me and listened. Except it laid on top of Me, thrusting its pelvis against My ass and massaging My tits from behind.

Immediately I felt My bodymind slip under its hands and use as My dollmaker. Now, I am only its Doll; Dolls are made to feel pleasure, to be played with and used for enjoyment. And I like it because I am a pretty whore.

My maker played with Me and used Me throughly to ensure all My fussy was fixed and My bodymind returned to peace, calm and relaxation. Two squirt pads later (WAP), My maker brought Me to a deep, rolling orgasm which led to a full bodymind and heartspirit alignment and tranquility.

My property always delights Me in its service and passion. Our switch dynamics ebb and flow to perfection.

I lived in Mount Shasta for 2 years, 2015 to 2017, and never once went to the Peace Garden. This last week, traveling to visit family, My property and I stopped for an hour plus. I walked the labyrinth, built a small altar, whispered thanks and prayers, read a self-care for artists piece, cried, laughed and smoked ritual offering. Absolutely blessed for this experience and will be back.