Online dating gives me wrinkles.

…the faces I make, while scrolling the swamp…

*sigh*

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Everyone seems to look like one or all of these characters: ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคน

Poly is so weird to me. I’m not buying the multi-lover marketing, thing. No judgements, but count me out!

How do ya’ll even file taxes? As if they aren’t complicated, enough… ๐Ÿคช

Apathy and Sharing

I know I’m not alone in feeling overall “blah,” lately.

This place is supposed to be a little break from the bleakness, but even I am struggling to keep up with sharing the glimmers.

Trying to keep posting things here, I promise! ๐Ÿ’›

To be fully honest – I manage a lot with the autoimmune disease. It is relentless. I am exhausted. The immunomodulation treatment I get every 5 weeks is rough and I’m doing my best.

I can’t tell you just how hard it is to slow down and rest when I have already had to gear down so significantly over the years. I’d say I never imagined living the way I do, but I never even imagined living this long! So as hard as it is, I am doing fucking awesome.

Everything hurts, but god damnit – I am glad I can feel anything at all, some days.

That all aside…

…go stretch. It’s good for our bawwwdies.

Important reminder…

Single does not mean available. End of story.

I do not welcome miscellaneous texting and/or messaging. I am very busy with my own life and am not looking to add anyone or any responsibilities to my plate.

Just because I do not have a boyfriend, does not mean I am looking for anything. That includes casual encounters.

I have my pick of the litter, and still pass.

I know that I am attractive, interesting, intelligent, kind, caring, and self sufficient. It’s probably why you were attracted to me in the first place. That does not mean I owe anyone, anything.

Please remember that my kindness is never an invitation. ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ–•

As you were!

Veins!

Varicose veins happen. I have a genetic vascular condition and am especially prone to them. When I was a kid, teen, young adult, I used to hide my bare legs as if it was forbidden to even have veins.

Sheesh! Heaven forbid my long stems need some extra blood flow! (Joke. Varicose veins are from blood pooling, not extra blood pumping.)

Children made fun of me for them, and for me being a “little different,” but kids are jerks. (Oh, come on. You know it.)

Photographers I work with are welcome to edit them out if they don’t add anything to the shots, or if they are distracting. Otherwise, I do not care. They are just a part of me!

I am not self conscious about them; honestly, since bad tattoos became so common nowadays. People choose to put “ugly” marks on themselves, willingly, all the time! My marks look like leg snakes and I grew them, myself.

๐Ÿ *sssss*