The title of this blog post might attract the wrong 'clientelle' if you will, so to all those who have come here for tips on how to dress in the bedroom for you master: I'm sorry to disappoint you. Anyway, let's all address the elephant in the room here - I'm wearing a skirt from a bondage shop. Now, shopping for daywear in sex shops isn't something I tend to do that often (no really, I promise) but when I saw this little - and I do mean little - skirt in the window I couldn't say no. Of course, I opted for a few sizes up to maintain at least some of my dignity, but bending down is a real no no in this skirt. Skirt? Can I even call it that? It's more like a piece of rubber wrapped around my bum if you ask me. Either way, I can now officially say I've worn bondage out in public..althought it probably doesn't look as NSFW as one might imagine..
CALL IT fate, karma, conicidence, whatever, but the past few days have been pretty darn good. As if it wasn't already enough being able to sleep in my own bed, with my own bathroom and with the company of my feline friends, I've managed to score some pretty cool opportunities for le blog and I (we come as a pair you see).
However, the main reason for my general excitement and lust for life these days rests on some of my readers. Remember that Stylight competition I entered a few months ago? After gaining the most votes and winning both the first and third round I was put into the international blogger final, and I won! As of January 13th (two days before my 21st birthday) I'll be hopping on a plane to Berlin for the Stylight Blogger Awards - how's that for an early birthday present? Definitely beats a hang over that's for sure.
While I'm stuck on 'super sop mode' I'd just like to take two seconds to get a little bit emosh and thank you all for your support over the past few months. It's crazy how much my life has changed since making this blog and it's mostly down to you readers - I couldn't be happier! Thank you thank you.
KNIT | No name TROUSERS | Evil Twin (here) SHOES | Vans
IF THERE'S one thing I'm good at, it's cross dressing. Probably not the type you're thinking of (although I am fantastic at that too), but the sort that involves bare legs in near-freezing temperatures.
Call it the dominatrix within me (or more likely the fact that Topshop Unique was spattered with vinyl all over their AW13 collection), but right now PVC has managed to replace my usual leather get up in the form of itty bitty skirts and plastic skinny jeans. I'm not sure the Mother approves...I'm not sure I care.