Femboi Charlie

I've written and re-written this post about what I identify as more times than I can count with two fingers. The problem is it always, without fail, falls out of scope. I go off on tangents about what things mean, what's right and what's wrong, and what consensual non-consent means; but I never actually say what I identify as in any practically useful manner. I struggle trying to define myself, and I think it's about time I accept the fact that I don't know what the heck I am. In the real world, I'm a woman; when the lights go down, I'm a mess. It's half indecision, half fear of commitment. There's so many things I want to be, so many kinks I want to explore, so many roles I want to try on. When I allow myself sexual freedom, I'm like a kid in a toy store. Another mistake I've made, when re-writing this post, is explaining my history. Those of you who care, have probably been here from the start (and honestly should probably join those who ...

 "There he* goes again, talking about his* love for jockstraps. Again." - You, reading this post's title.

 So, I may have mentioned this before, ~I'm totes not sure~ but I'm pretty gay now. Okay, okay, sorry, I know that's all I write about, but goshdarnit it's something that makes me so dang happy that I can't help but gush about it, okay?? (Also, it's kind of what this whole blog's about, anyways.) What I haven't discussed before, however, is what my "grounding fantasy" is. I mean, I've written about it. But those writings either end up deleted, or in drafts. It's just a very difficult thing to write about because it's so personal, so intimate, and so exciting that it's easy to get lost in tangents without end. But now that I can't shut up about my obsession with jockstraps on twitter ( seriously ... it's kind of a problem ... send help ...) I figured this would be as good a time as any to explore both things. HOWEVER, before diving into what happens within my fantasy, I want to explain first what a "grounding fantasy...

  We did it, internet! I spent May all locked up!* *At least one hour/day (for health purposes, but in practice it was at least 12 hours/day) It was fun, fulfilling, and very emasculating, but it wasn't without problems. And with things in my state returning back to normal as we recover from this pandemic (which means we've gotta go back to our office *insert "thanks, I hate it" meme* ), well, chastity has become increasingly more challenging. Especially since I've barely managed to make a dent in my weight, so chastity-friendly skirts and dresses still won't fit. So I'm taking a break from semi-permanent chastity. I just can't deal with *having to be* locked up at all times, it's too much pressure when it's not possible without risking my health, and incredibly demoralizing (like, seriously, it's bad). It's also getting very expensive, because my bits keep disagreeing with my cages, so I keep buying different ones (shapes, sizes, mate...