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our internet got fixed!
our internet starting flaking our last Friday. down more than up Saturday. Gone completely on Sunday.
When your only connection to others is on the internet, getting cut off is very scary.
I usually am agere to like 13, and can range from about 9-13, but this was shoving me way back further than normal, almost back to the really bad times in my life when I was still littler. (Read more entirely optional. Don't read if you may be triggered.)
Better now, though. I've talked with friends on Discord and checked in with some other NGU friends as well. I get to have fish sticks and fries for dinner!
Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
A2O MAY 'B.B.B (Bigger Badder Better) [feat. A2O LTG]'
I know these feels.
Not giving up me to be what someone else thinks I should be.
Bigger. Badder. Better.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Our internet has been down since yesterday and I can’t even look at Pinterest or Discord or chat with anyone and I’m surrounded I could get a strong enough signal to connect to tumblr.
Living out in the mountains is pretty, but pretty is also pretty difficult when “town” is four miles away and there’s no buses out here.
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HOW I DISCOVERED I MIGHT BE A ROPE BUNNY
(Or: The Brain Weasels Were Taking Notes Earlier Than Expected)
So apparently some people have a dramatic awakening moment.
Mine involved summer camp, a cabin, two bored kids who were supposed to be resting because we were sick, and a lot of knot knowledge floating around from various other camp activities.
Everyone else was out on the water that day, learning how to canoe.
We were not.
Which meant we were left mostly unsupervised with:
too much curiosity, too much imagination, and absolutely no understanding that our future selves might someday look back on this and go:
“…Well THAT explains some things.”
At the time, it was mostly innocent childhood experimentation and mischief.
We were already chaos goblins, and both knew it. But somewhere in the middle of all the knots, laughter, trust, and “what happens if we try this?” my brain apparently filed away a very important note for future reference.
Not consciously. Not sexually, really at all. More like:
“Hmm. This feeling is unexpectedly interesting.”
Which was especially strange because I am somewhat claustrophobic, and not being able to find a way out of things can be very … triggery … for me.
This.
This was not.
Most strange.
It was oddly comforting.
Sort of like my weighted blanket, in fact.
“What I remember most clearly now is not sexuality, but the unexpected feeling of trust, restraint, vulnerability, and emotional safety.”
And then that file sat in storage for decades while the rest of my personality developed around it like ivy around a fencepost.
The funniest part?
For years I misremembered the story as: “I tied someone up at camp.”
And misremembered it for decades — that was a scout camp.
Nope.
It was church camp!!
And it wasn’t me tying someone else up.
It was me being tied up.
I can distinctly remember being there, with my arms tied behind my back, and being on my back.
My legs and knees getting bound and raised, and secured, holding them in that position.
And then — the huge surprise of a hand smacking me on my bottom.
My head jerked forward and my eyes got large and I might have made some kind of startled sound.
I was not expecting that.
I don’t know what I was expecting.
But I certainly wasn’t expecting it to feel… pleasant.
It certainly never felt pleasant when I got spankings at home.
Those HURT!
I’m pretty certain that those were meant to. They were intended as punishments, as were such things in the 1950s and 60s.
This one? 60+ years later… I still don’t know WTF was meant by it.
I just know that it felt very different and that that connection with being restrained by ropes sort of went together much later in my life when I began playing around with such ideas as an adult.
Which honestly tracks.
Oh dear. I’ve made a Tumblr.
Hello. I’m Shiri. Hiding somewhere is Ashira. She’s the “responsible adult “.
She’s ancient, queer, chronically online, difficult to housebreak, and somehow wandered into kink spaces years ago and decided to stay.
I’m a Middle/Liddle, a brat, a rope bunny when opportunity permits, and an enthusiastic supporter of consent, negotiation, aftercare, and stuffing dinosaurs under blankets when they look cold. My agree bounces usually between 9-13. It’s very unusual for me to show up outside of those ranges.
This blog will likely contain:
Mostly SFW discussions about --
kink commentary
age play discourse
age regression discourse
the difference between the two, and why that matters.
memes
stuffed animals
occasional swearing
bad sleep habits
“that’s not how consent works, actually”
and emotionally supportive gremlin behavior
I am not now, nor will I ever be, “perfectly obedient.” That sounds exhausting.
“This blog is one poorly timed “Baby Shark” link away from becoming a supervillain origin story.”
…But then somebody switched the playlist to “Genghis Khan” and I got distracted.
Now it’s “Lose My Mind” by Doja Cat, which honestly feels less like a playlist choice and more like a mission statement at this point.
Personally? I blame the brain weasels.
And Loki.
Because it is ALWAYS Loki’s fault. Just ask Thor.
…Actually, don’t ask Thor. He already looks tired.
…Or maybe he’s just tied 🪢🪢 up right now.
Maybe he and Sif were having fun with ropes??
AND THEY DIDN’T INVITE ME!
Honestly. Rude.
Anyway. Welcome to the blanket fort. Mind the teeth.