Been chatting to my mom late night about her youf. She says in the 70’s her and all her friends had to pretend they were a virgin when they had sex with a new dude other wise the guys would get mad and grossed out.
Men from the 70’s: this is why you’ve never had good head or butt sex - because you’re a bell end.
I’m so glad I can take it for granted that my boyfriend didn’t even consider my sexual history when we first got it on 👌 women aren’t a car, it doesn’t matter how many previous owners they’ve had. Just as women shouldn’t judge guys for being less experienced, ladies it ain’t about how many times he’s done it, it’s about the effort and soul he puts into your pussy 🙌
Creating a concept for lingerie/glamour shoots that portrays women as powerful godesses who understand the secrets to life and creation that demand to be admired. Rather than victims of voyeuristic spies or passive objects to be examined.
For those people who ask me how I do everything and still have energy. This is how! I sleep for 2 months at a time. Hopefully will be back to getting everything done soon for more agency work in Manchester and the birth of my teeny girl magazine 😖😖😖
My Facebook is literally full of racist people, Islamaphobs and people who only take snap shots of women’s tits and try and call it art.
Then people wonder why I’m so hostile all the time.
Please don’t worry about me getting hated on, everyone with a large internet presence does - they just probably aren’t as open about it.
I’ve always found the best way to deal with people who say snidey stuff personally is to make them look like an ass publicly. In real life or internet. I’m not ‘reacting’ to it because it’s ‘getting to me’.
I may look like a delicate flower (lol) but I’ve had an incredibly tough life. Being verbally and physically abused all your life gives you incredibly thick skin. You wouldn’t think a 27 year old male marketing manager was vulnerable to mean comments so why think I am? I’m a 27 year old marketing manager, I have to go in board meetings and deal with losing/winning tens of thousands of pounds and get ripped apart publicly.
I don’t give a fuck what people say about me. I don’t post every picture I’ve taken for the last 6 years of my life on tumblr for approval. I wouldn’t post my work, nude pictures, personal blogs etc if I was worried about some guy I don’t know calling me a dickhead.
I might post whimsical and delicate pictures but anyone who knows me in real life can contest to what a battered old bag I am ;)
Don’t worry about me.
I’ve recently started therapy with a very well respected therapist called Paul who has also been abused and hears voices. He’s totally unlike any therapist I’ve ever had before. He’s very direct.
He asked me straight out who I am, and I couldn’t really answer.
He asked me how many Katie’s there are and I said three. I think that was the right answer because he smiled. He said everybody has their super ego, id and inner child, but people who have been abused as a child often have very over active ‘super egos’ as they are trying to protect themselves and very under developed inner children as they were never allowed to be children.
He says I can’t answer clearly who I am because my identity hasn’t developed properly.
There is an idea for a shoot in there somewhere, as I’ve started to see everyone in three parts now.
'artistic merit is a girl sucking a lollie ?
you intend to offend, only thing you good at?’
More anon email hate. People who send stuff on anon are afraid of retaliation because their own work sucks.
xcivimages asked: "Hey, I liked your blog piece on portfolio sites. As I've recently reached some of the same conclusions it was refreshing to read!"
Thanks! I’m glad you’re stepping away from them they’re so all consuming.