browse + saved
all + day-dreaming + journal-entry + in-the-studio + inquiry + time-machine + note-book
-
thinking about my re-occuring rabbits and digital worlds. My first real university group critique of the year passed.”It seems like you’re using the rabbits to avoid the digital, but you talk as if you want to do it.”Every time…
-
thinking about the incoming winter, and what it means to be furry (literally).. This week I have not wanted to do anything but laze around. I think this can be attributed to the incoming of winter. For anyone who…
-
penis pondering from a day in the studio when all i could think about was cock….. A glowing white cock. It stands out in a sea of blackness, and calls to you. The wielder strokes it. Touches it. Pulls…
-
Developing my furniture rabbits further via a story of a sex-slave that has found himself replaced overnight when everything in his masters house had taken his shape. I woke up one morning to find my Masters house made up…
-
thinking about my ten million ideas for my third year at art-school.. Tomorrow my life changes forever. (This may be a bit of exaggeration perhaps). If you know me vaguely, you would know that I am currently at art…
-
On getting so so brown and tan for fun and sex. I read that it is easier to cum when you wear socks. All the times I have struggled to cum flash before my eyes. Usually I am sock-less.…
-
what if we had ten million holes??? For someone who has consumed so many ethical kink guides and draws so much erotic content. I am lousy in bed. Maybe it’s due to the fact that bottoms aren’t expected much…
-
reflecting on yaoi, censorship, and what made me the way i am… Yesterday I went to a Bara exhibition with my Muslim mother. When I told people about my plans they all had similar reactions. It is weird to…
-
on being trapped in a glue-trap and pressed next to a bunch of orchids.. Page number 145, I’ve been flattened like a pressed flower. At least ten books have been stacked on top of me and now I have…
-
– on becoming a pussy I greet the world with my nipples. But I am rooted in my pussy. Every sensation reaches me pussy first. I sit on the bus. Deep vibrations shake and jostle me. A sliver of…
