Replying Quickly Does Not Mean I Am Infatuated


Responding quickly does not mean I am waiting around for your answer.

I’m talking to a guy on SnapChat and he was flirtatiously teasing me how I can never remember what my previous message was.

I told him that I’m doing other things and that I’m not just sitting there waiting for him to respond.

According to him it felt like I was because I always respond quickly.

Now I’m not the kind of girl to calculate how long to wait before replying based on how long it took him to respond. I tend to have my phone out (when it’s not being rude) so when I get the notification I respond.

I don’t sit there analysing the conversation so when the messages disappear I don’t have a prompt to remind me what the fuck we were talking about.

If it makes him feel better to think I’m THAT into him then fine. But I’m gonna be real about it.


Health Bitch Yas

DISCLAIMER: All body types are beautiful. This post applies to my own aspirations for my body.
Basically if there is a God out there he wasted child bearing hips on me. These hips ain’t lying.

And don’t get me started on my tits and my shoulders.

These things have never changed. I don’t think they ever will.

And I’m ok with that.

It’s my stomach, my legs, my arms and my face which change with weight.

For the last few years I had been gaining a lot of weight. I was by no means unhealthy physically, but it drained me mentally.

Finally I decided to change things when my lovehandles started looking a lot more like rolls.

I changed my eating habits but still find time to enjoy my food, big girl gotta eat, right ladies?

I exercise a little more than I did (although still not as much as I should).

Slight alterations like not drinking soft drink, making home made meals instead of getting takeout and reading labels on the food I buy have led me to lose ten kilos in the last three months.

Now this is not much by any means. And if I really worked hard at it I could lose weight a lot quicker. But I’m enjoying my life and the rate I am going at.

Yesterday I dressed up to go to a music festival and decided to take a mirror selfie.

Got my perfect photo on the first try.

Today I sent a SnapChat to a guy without making much effort and without looking like Jabba the Hut.

Didn’t need to worry about angles.

I’m not saying that these things particularly worried me before I was losing weight, but I’ve noticed that I’m a lot happier with myself. A lot more… comfortable.

So I will continue living a healthy lifestyle and try to push myself to be better everyday. And being better means enjoying myself too.

I’m close to my goal body type. And achieving this has made me extremely happy.
Ladies and gentlemen, just make sure you are where you want to be. And if you aren’t, work towards it. Just know that you are beautiful regardless.

Period Sex

For those who didn’t see my earlier post, this morning I was really pissed because I got my period and I was going to spend some time with a hottie. I thought that this little bit of blood had thrown every chance of getting laid out the window.


We had lunch, he came back to mine for a movie sesh, we made out. The whole time he knew I was on my period.

Finally he said, “You know I don’t mind that you have your period. Like, if you want to have sex. But only if you are comfortable with it.”

Comfortable with it? I’m at my horniest on my period plus sex helps with cramps. I fucking wanted it.

So we did. I wasn’t bleeding too much so it wasn’t as messy as it could have been. But it was GOOD.

I’m so glad that there are guys out there who aren’t squeamish about a little blood. I mean, we showered afterwards it’s not like it’s any more unhygienic than the usual fluid exchange.

Happy Easter everyone! And Happy Easter to me 😉

I’m Pissed, PERIOD.

So I’ve been on Tinder *gasp* and there’s this one guy who is just passing through my little home town. He’s stuck here for a couple of days, we seem to get along real well, and he’s really fucking cute.


He wants to take me to lunch.

This is the perfect opportunity to have a bit of fun without the consequences that usually come with having casual sex with someone in a small town. He’s leaving in two days. I might never see him again, now wouldn’t that be perfect?

One. Fucking. Problem.

I got my period this morning.


Trust Issues?

I live in a world where if I don’t want to share a picture of myself with a complete stranger on the internet they automatically jump to “she must have trust issues.”

What the fuck, dude?

Red Light

So I’ve been having a kind of fling with this one guy and the other night we got a little handsy.

Long story short, he was fingering me, he made me cum, it was a good time. MOMENTARILY.

Ladies, you’ll know this. Gentlemen, pay attention.


So when old mate kept going, I asked him to stop.

He didn’t.

Instead he said in an intended sexy voice, “But what if I don’t want to?”

Let’s talk about this for a minute.

Just because you are successfully pleasuring someone does not give you the right to dictate what happens regardless of their wishes. I repeat. GIVING SOMEONE AN ORGASM DOES NOT GIVE YOU ENTITLEMENT OVER THEIR BODY.

He was trying to be sexy and maybe make me cum a second time. BUT we all know what they say about good intentions, don’t we?

So I repeated myself and asked him again. STOP.

He stopped moving but kept his fingers inside me. I had to use my legs to physically pull him out of me.

I had this moment where I felt very vulnerable. And it shouldn’t feel that way while being intimate with anyone.

Trust and respect are so important in these situations regardless of what kind of relationship it is, and to have that stained by something so easy to avoid is a real shame.

Listen to your sexual partners.

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