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*about to call mutual by name* *checks their bio* *i remembered their name correctly* *starts writing the post* *deletes it and checks the url again* *stares at url telling myself i know their name* *checks their bio again and i was still right* *writes post* *drafts it so i can check one more time before posting*
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this may or may not be a fantasy writing exercise for me. please reblog
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Le Monocle was a famous lesbian club that opened in Paris in the 1920's. At the time, Parisian lesbians would wear a monocle or a white carnation in the buttonhole so they could be indentified by other girls looking for fun.
In Le Monocle, women would dress as gentlemen, wearing suits, short hair and sometimes hats. For 20 years, it was a place of gathering, entertainment and freedom.
You can find this painting, The Monocle Club, as a print on my new website! Click here!
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Even more skeletons, now we’re onto bird week. So I picked one flighted (barely) bird, and one non-flighted. A shoebill stork, and a kakapo parrot, next up will be a shoebill in flight.
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killlerrrrrrrrr
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impulse purchase? impulse purchase? i pulse purchae? impulse ourchase? i pulse pkrcgae? imphbsi pufccjBeev? impudlwe pufxjjabwvv?
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loveable-sea-lemon · 14 hours
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Oh she thinks she’s the plusherrrrr
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ough to be a cat sleeping in a dandelion field. eepy sleepy
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herons would love middle aged man fishing culture i think
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do you understand my vision
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loveable-sea-lemon · 21 hours
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Working at the sex shop really did rewire my brain. There was basically no topic that was too taboo to talk about, and what little propriety I’d had evaporated. I’d be out walking and chatting with friends about erotica I’d had to read that day only to be shushed and realize people were staring at me.
It always struck me as a little bit silly but I learned to curb myself for others comfort levels. Mostly.
But I have one distinct memory of decorating holiday cookies with my parents and my grandmother. My mom had worked in a sex shop back in her day, and I never hid my line of work from my family, so I was telling a work story.
I was conscious that my dad was slightly more sensitive, so I was using pretty broad descriptions, but I happened to mention silicone lube and my nana asked, “What’s that?”
I went into full sales mode. Focused on the little reindeer cookie I was decorating I started info dumping, “Oh, it’s pretty great. Water based lubricants get absorbed through vaginal mucous membranes, but silicone is too dense and our body can’t absorb it the same way. So once you apply some silicone you never have to worry about chafing, and a little goes a long way. It’s especially popular with older women, because they start producing less natural lubricant and absorb water based lubes so quickly.”
There was a silent beat after this statement.
I looked up.
My mom and grandmother were looking at me with rapt attention, and I belatedly realized I was addressing two older women who probably would welcome extra lubrication.
And then there was my dad, blushing so pink with embarrassment that I thought he was about to faint.
“I can talk about something else,” I offered in apology to my dad.
“Like hell! He can go in the other room, tell me more!” My nana declared. My dad scampered off to busy himself in another room while I answered their questions and talked about brands and pricing.
I slipped them each a small bottle of silicone lube for the holidays.
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