#cloferatu

Truly, truly so unbelievably enchanted with and driven to tears by this interaction between my mother and one of her fledgling monarchs who took a moment longer before leaving the nursery.

omg hi!! welcome back!!

pretty simple, i don't go crazy with accessories and prefer silver, but i do mix. nothing can beat my guillotine earrings, but i also wear my paperclips and my chained hoops a lot too. i'm always wearing an 'A' signet as well as this heart one, and a few other rings depending on my vibe that day. plus a herringbone chain - need to get some more necklaces. i'd describe my style as edgy and delicate, a bit simple?

First things first, you're not fucked up for having more "extreme" kinks than your partner. The biggest thing I can say is communicate your needs AND your feelings with him. Maybe you two can meet somewhere in between. You could try some things and see if he is okay with it. Not that I think you would, but ofc don't pressure him or rush him. But fr the best thing you can do is have an honest conversation, where you find out exactly where you guys are, and where you perhaps could be. You will never be a freak for having kinks, even if they're very different from your partners.

i’ve sat on this ask for a while just pondering…it’s hard for me to formulate a response that’s not extremely personal lol.

i sometimes vaguely allude to my religious turmoil here, but in a nutshell, mary is the only connection i still have to catholicism (besides aesthetics and extreme guilt). the hail mary is the only prayer i still know by heart. she always seemed to me much kinder, much more empathetic and safe, than some patriarchal god. even years after realizing i did not and could not believe in catholicism, or the abrahamic concept of god, mary is still…compelling. but then i have always been more into saints.

even just as a concept. disregarding any religious sentiment at all…imagine the overwhelming terror that would arise upon birthing a god. imagine watching that god, the god you gave life to, die right in front of you. what does it mean to be a vessel like that? would she feel empty, holy only for the sake of the holiness that passed through her? would she feel proud? jealous? frightened, trapped? what if she wanted to become a god herself? what if she never wanted this at all? what would it feel like to have a legacy that completely erased you? would she laugh knowing that she’s remembered as the quintessential holy virgin?