Bonus eyeroll points for including this bullshit: "I think it’s a little selfish to expect one person to fulfil all your needs, until one or other of you dies."
@BethanyBlack thank you so much for sharing, and for your rage. I am still absolutely incensed about it even though some time has passed. Appreciate your support, you're awesome <3
No pressure, of course, because I know it's disturbing, but please share either/both posts if you're comfortable doing so. I'm grateful to those who shared their stories before it happened to me. I wouldn't have been able to respond the way I did if I hadn't read/heard theirs.
The more often we share experiences like this, the harder it is for the pricks who do it to pretend it was all a mistake.
And fuck it, I'm Girl on the Net. I tell the stories that society would rather we keep private. This one's gross, but I'm determined that it will not be *private*
@kapellosaur ooh another good tip. And I'm with you: why is it bright at all?? I think it's easier for them to do with that brightness but I'd have appreciated a heads up
Listen up, glasses and contact lens wearers, I have game-changing news. Everyone else, share if you can because I didn't know and it's made my life significantly better...
When you go to the optometrist, you know that horrible examination where they shine a burning light on your retina for ages?
The optometrist can turn the brightness down! And spend less time doing the test if you specifically tell them you're sensitive to it!
This genuinely blew my mind. I view opticians' appointments the way most people view dentists. I HATE them because of that burny retina test (and the puff of air in the eye) - it sometimes triggers migraines.
I was chatting to my contact lens person today and I told him this, and when he replied 'oh OK I'll turn the brightness right down' I was like EXCUSE ME WHAT.
It's a thing. The second optometrist did it too when I asked her.
My biggest pet peeve is restaurants/gigs/events or venues of any kind which have a social media page instead of a website. I don't have fucking instagram, so I literally can't see your menu/lineup? Even if I had instagram, it's an entirely inaccessible format so would be fucking useless? These platforms are for promotion, not for hosting vital information.
Note the intro/outro: do not try to guess who this is. I promise if you think you know, you're wrong, and if you try to guess I will block you immediately.
"You shuffle forward so her head is between your thighs, your rock-hard cock resting against her head. She reaches her hands up, I watch her fingers exploring you. "
Since Sundial's first guest blog, people have been clamouring for more so I'm delighted to say that not only is she back with this HOT HOT #threesome story, she also has her own blog now too!
Every now and then I think 'god, how can I possibly continue telling my silly little fuckstories when the world is so full of trauma and pain? Why do I continue doing this pathetic tiny stupid thing when I should be focusing on the stuff that actually matters?'
And then someone decides to make a musical out of the Gwyneth Paltrow ski trial.
Don’t get me wrong: previous partners have also been supportive. Bracelet Game and Toyboy both read my blog and were super nice about it. My Big Ex literally built the website that it all sits on today. But I always viewed/treated the support they gave me as a special treat, like a magic bonus that they didn’t *need* to bestow on me. Nowadays I see it as a baseline for what I need in a partner: I need them to enjoy and care about my work the way I do with theirs.
My new boyfriend (I know, I have mentioned him a lot, please feel free to unfollow me if you dislike this sort of thing) reads my blog, and tells me that he likes it. He thinks it is cool that I am good at my job. Internalising this (initially I didn’t believe him) made me realise that this attitude is not something I have ever really expected from partners, even though it’s clearly a really useful gauge of whether they get me as a person.
Anyway. Yeah. I found it ridiculously hot how good my ex was at his job (he was amazingly skilled), but I never expected him to feel the same way about me. My new dude is fucking exceptional at his job, and that is one of the hottest things about him. And it’s also hot that he thinks I’m good at what I do.
SexBlogger, #pervert, fuckup. Boost my toots. Mmm yeah. Like that. That's good that feels so good. Https://www.girlonthenet.com https://www.patreon.com/girlonthenet