'Twas on a roll

But then the illness caught up to me.

Which is a shame. I was feeling great. Irreparably horny, but great nonetheless. Alas, I could outrun the fates no longer and had a hard, hard crash. That's why you haven't seen lewd content from yours truly in a few days!

It's ironic. Throughout my bouts of unending arousal, which I tried to sate with copious amounts of butt play, I couldn't stop myself from musing about how I usually find myself at my neediest when I'm unwell.

And so, here I am, with a nasty sore throat and a seriously aching head, unable to stuff myself further. Which is odd, because my initial symptoms - allergic reaction - had nothing to do with this, so it's hard to determine if something went wrong with my treatment, or if I've picked up something new.

Oh no.

Let's hope this nonsense clears up before Monday, because it'll be...........

 

...My birthday week! Yay!!

And I'm really looking forward to spending it caged and plugged, and stretching my bussy as much as possible! Also, if you'd like to gift me a coffee (or a dildo!!) on cashapp I wouldn't complain - I do like birthday coffee.

If I'm being honest, though, I was really, really, really hoping to spend it having sex, but I don't think that's gonna happen. Real shame, though, I had it all planned out! Sort of. I was going to try and visit the men's spa, let a bunch of Grindr guys know I'd be there, and just see where the evening took me. I was so ready for this, I'd been daydreaming about it every dang day!

Alas, it was not meant to be. Which is fine, I'll live. It'll just have to wait a little longer. But you can bet your butt, as soon as I'm good, I'm getting flippin' STUFFED.

 

Boi Mode

While I was on my twitter roll, I shared a pair of leggings and asked if they looked good on me. Now, that isn't new, I do that a lot - a few months ago I did it with a pair of Lululemons - but what's interesting about this latest pair is that they're Addicted leggings, which means they're built for men. The reason I picked them up is twofold: firstly, to give my bits a bit of room so I can work out more comfortably (especially while caged), and secondly so I can engage in Boi Mode.

One day I'll write at LENGTH about the irony of seeking out a Boi Mode at this moment in my life, but for now I'll just discuss the 'why:' because to enter the Men's Spa I described earlier (and other gay men's spaces) I have to present as male. Now, the best they'll get is femboi, I'm not even going to try passing as masc, but lucky for me these days there's plenty of clothing that's gay and/or androgynous enough for me to wear.

For example, while men can wear leggings -indeed this specific pair is designed for men-, most wearers are women, and thus they exist in this wonderful limbo. As far as clothes that are gay enough, I have this really cute pair of super small Addicted shorts. I was going to show this pair off, but then my body decided it was time to feel really ill, so hopefully I'll be able to take some pics this week.

At any rate, while it feels extremely weird to go around looking for men's clothes, it's super refreshing to find that there's a lot more versatility and variety in them. And while I could never ever make for a good man, maybe one day I'll make for a good boi.

 

Ms. V

I've been playing a lot of Cyberpunk 2077 lately. And I've been playing as female V (female body, female voice, female penis), and I was having a blast. My V can get her hands dirty, but prefers using powerful hacks to clear entire buildings in seconds before setting foot on the property. She has absolutely no sense of style, or shame, and while she prefers men, she'll end up with Judy, because Judy is a sweet, precious bean.

But my V isn't perfect, because she's a Ms.

CDPR was so close to giving me the perfect protagonist. So, so close. In a world so richly detailed, where men dress like sluts, lewd depictions of (ostensibly) transwomen sell beverages, and the word taboo no longer exists, I find myself "living my best life," as they say. But then, as I'm plotting this heist, Dex calls me "Ms. V" and it all comes crashing down.

Not really, I am being a bit melodramatic, but I do wish I could change my pronouns around. I mean, it wouldn't change the experience drastically; baddies wriggling around in the floor, drooling away care little about my pronouns, and most folk just call you V. But it would've been nice.

In any event, the reason I'm sharing this is because games are a simulation. They create a world, assign a set of rules, and ask us: what will you do? In this instance, the question was: what will you do when someone calls you Ms. And for the first time, I really don't have an answer. Used to be that being called Ms. was all I wanted in the world. These days it feels a lot more like a necessity. Because, as I mentioned in a previous post, I intend to continue navigating society as a woman (at least for the time being / until I move away), because that's what I'm most closely aligned to.

But it's just such a strange thing to consider, you know? Who knew gender could be so complicated? (That's rhetorical, please don't answer.) I really hope society continues to move away from the binary, so more expressions can find themselves welcome, and folks can be the best versions of themselves.