A woman’s shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she’s alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man’s land in that battle between the mind and the body.
- (The Devil’s Advocate)
(via thesubmissivemindset)
the fingertips of his left hand, have found her warmest of warm, her wettest of wet. her wet does not put out this fire, not the burning inside her, nor the flame hovering pleasure above.
shhhh..pet.
let your mind focus.
good girl.
~beautflstranger 2013
(Source: mcsheep, via thesubmissivemindset)
Against my better judgement, I believe I’m falling in love.
Love is making me stupid. But at least it’s fun.
I honestly never thought I’d be writing something like this.
I’ve started questioning my gender identity.
It’s not that I don’t feel female. I do. I just also feel sort of male? I don’t know.
I’ve had a lot of dichotomies in my life for as long as I remember. Strong science background and artistic ambitions. I want to dance and wear dresses and bright colors but also kick ass and do parkour. I want to be protected, but I also want to be the protector. I want to seduce women and thrust into them. I want to seduce men and feel them inside me.
Most of that’s okay. It just means a lot of decisions about priorities.
But then there’s the body thing: I’m catching myself simultaneously wanting to build muscle mass/definition but also have more feminine curves and the wardrobe to show them off.
In the past I’ve had moments where I thought I felt “male,” but most of them were a few hours, maybe a day at most… If I remember right. I don’t feel male, not really - not that I really know what that means, how are we defining the mental difference anyway? It’s certainly something beyond activities, right? - but I don’t feel entirely female either. But I also feel female and also at least think I feel male?
I’m so confused.
I remember my girlfriend had gender identity issues awhile back when she was on a certain type of birth control. That may be it. I can’t remember whether I’ve felt weird about it while naturally cycling. I’ve also sometimes suspected there’s something a little off with my hormones, but that’s entirely conjecture and not based on anything resembling extensive knowledge.
And then I wonder if it’s somehow a mental reaction to the transitional period I’m going through otherwise… But nature/nurture is quite the rabbit hole anyway.
Maybe I’m just a girl with strong yang energy?
Aggghhhhwhatisgoingon.
