This was supposed to be a happy post that came out last week. Writing about being excited, doing something important, and getting to do things that would help bring back some sense of normalcy. But, y'know, with my family we couldn't possibly have that. On March 23rd I managed to get myself an appointment for the covid vaccine. Not the easiest feat where I am, but got one near my home, and after booking mine, actually managed to book one for a nearby time for my mother. Half the house starting to get vaccinated, all in one swoop. Squishy was practically vibrating from happiness, and I was elated. Honestly, just having an appointment hit me incredibly hard. And even though I spent a month trying to get an appointment, showing excitement and relief from the chance at finally getting my vaccine, my mother was acting like this was an annoyance. Like a horrible obligation that she didn't want to deal with, when she works with the public on a daily basis. Her lack of care
My life is such an odd and surreal rollercoaster of kink, mischief, body modification and wonderment. Read along, and see the new pages of the journey that is my life, with all the sex, trouble, friends, family, pain, and adventure.