Femboi Charlie

 I hope your holigays were wonderful! Mine were incredible because I hadn't taken any kind of serious time off in over a year, and even though I stayed home, it was wonderful to really just not do anything but play games and watch tv. And eat. I may have eaten too much. Didn't wreck my weight loss, but I got dangerously close to it. Definitely killed the momentum. Still, I'm getting back on that saddle, and hopefully I can bring the momentum back soon. It was still a very enjoyable time, and totally worth it. However, with a new year come new resolutions. And while I never participated in this social phenomenon before (in any serious measure, at least), I think it's still important to have something to hope for, or look forward to in the year. Though it doesn't really have to happen during the year, it can be a work in progress. And it's fine if it doesn't materialize, because then you can evaluate if it's something you truly want. And maybe it is but it...

Recently, I posted on twitter that I've been extremely horny, and that this translated to a lot of butt play. And when I say "a lot," I mean "probably too much". Because I've been fucking my bussy silly on a daily basis at this point, and I love it. Now, most of the time I've been safely locked while "working out," but there's been a few times when I've not - like today. In the past, drilling my bussy while unlocked would often lead to cummies, or at least a bit of edging. Today, however, while I was unlocked, I reflexively reached down and grabbed my little buddy down there, but...it didn't work! See, for starters, I was too busy bouncing on one of my larger dildos to focus on using my hand properly. Additionally, even though I was really heckin' aroused, my buddy didn't want to get hard, it stayed small and limp. And I think the reason for this was because, try as I might, giving it a hand just didn't feel good. It did...

Faggot That's the "f word," at least in this case. It's a term I've been vacillating on for months, because it's still very contentious -it hasn't been reclaimed like queer, or dyke, yet (and I recognize the latter still has ground to cover to reach full reclaimed status). Now, personally, I've identified fairly consistently with it, but I've been hesitant to associate with it openly because I don't want to upset or alienate folks. I think that there's some value in the content I put out, and I believe my commentary can help others navigate their own issues, so turning people away seems like a misstep. On the other hand, though, I'd love for the word to be reclaimed, I want it normalized and mainstreamed. I believe that doing so can help others understand themselves better, and inform how they relate to themselves and others. More importantly, I consider myself a faggot and I want to be open about it. I w...

  Yeah, so Locktober was a bust. It was over before it could even begin in earnest, I just didn't know it. I've talked plenty about how touchy my bits are down there, and how they like to disagree with me, and this time was no different. At some point, between shaving and locking up, a teeny tiny cut must've gotten infected and I didn't realize it until too late. I thought it was minor irritation at first so I didn't give it time to heal, and the dang thing ended up taking weeks instead. Bummer. Not all is lost, though. I haven't played with my little buddy down there and I haven't done any (voluntary) cummies all month! Now, I won't lie, the temptation pops up its ugly little head every now and then. But it's not a real , credible threat, you know? It's more like an echo, a ghost from a time long past when the tiny thing would still see some action. It's not that I wanted to play with it, or that I wanted to cum, but more of a reflex calling...

And tired everything , really... But mainly the content. See, I realize that lately all I've been posting are closeups of jockstraps. and I'm kind of tired of that. But I've tried taking pix in thongs and bikinis and it still feels tired - the problem is not what I wear, but rather that I'm just taking the same photos over and over. The same tired angles, same tired closeups. Thus, I haven't posted anything. I've genuinely considered getting a cheap room at a hotel, or something, just to try and shoot better content, as I still have family with me, but I just can't justify the expense (or the covid risk). I'll just have to try and get creative, and with halloween costume season around the corner, it should be a bit easier. Also, with the high temps finally going away, and stocking season nearing, I'll have an excuse to vary the wardrobe a bit. In other news, I'm revisiting my relationship with chastity. Several weeks ago, JosieLynn, the maker of ...

 ... Kill it, if you have to. The Star Wars sequels are a contentious subject. But so are all Star Wars movies, even the originals. Alec Guinness himself was famously disenchanted with them, though he does offer a small nugget of wisdom that modern fans should embrace: " [...] and I find myself old and out of touch with the young. " At any rate, I'm not here to discuss how wrong people who hate the sequels are (they really are). In fact, I'm not even here to talk SW at all. It's just that this quote from Disney's Bad Boy Kylo Ren resonates with me a lot because my brain likes to remind me of embarrassing moments in my life, and boy do I wish I could follow his advice and just "let old things die." Today is different, however, because today I remembered two episodes of my past that, given what we know now, seem like some slightly twisted foreshadowing (even though, realistically, they could probably fit into a bucket of research data into the effects...

Lazy title, lazy post. Today I want to talk about two things: first, I made some SFW social medias. I made them because I want to see if I can take this identity (Charlie) beyond just smut & fantasy and build it up into something that can eventually become my main online world. So, for context, IRL I have a normal, SFW online presence. I hang out on twitch, I stream, I have a twitter, discord, friends, I shitpost, etc., but the more time I spend here, carefully exploring myself and reworking my identity, the more I want it to be real, and the more detached I become with my "normal" one.  Plus, I kind of feel like I want a fresh start, you know? Try new things, make new mistakes, but I don't want to change what I already have because it's too close to my IRL identity. Also because I want to still have that "normal"-ness there waiting for me, acting as a safety net in case this experiment crashes and burns. So I made them. They're out there waiting. I ...