Told my therapist last week that no matter how good things are, I never let my guard down and allow myself to feel a sense of safety bc I know something will always go wrong. This morning the girl I sublet my room to in NYC messaged me to say the ceiling in my room collapsed
need a guard dog butch who lets me dress however I like when we go out, mini skirts, itty bitty tops, cute dresses that hug my every curve but no one bothers me or stares cause my hot butch is there mean mugging anyone who looks my way with their hand firmly on my ass hehe