Aura V. @auravulpes@computerfairi.es

Seriously, Mouth Dreams is so fucking good. Go give it a fucking listen:
http://www.neilcic.com/mouthdreams/

Me and mom [Simultaneously]: "I'm gonna grate the butter!"

@haskal Depending on how you define "knows how to write code," unfortunately every single techbro out there

"It's like turkey, only chicken!"

kinda re: lb
I'm currently updating my Win7 hard drive to Win10 Enterprise and it has been hell. When I'm back on Linux, expect a blog post bitching about Windows and trying to redefine "user friendly"

Like, doing art has pretty much always been a way for me to play with kink, no matter what it is. Sure, with all these art forms I've tried, I've done various things with them, but they all end up being used to satisfy (or, rather, attempt to satisfy) my masochistic desire to be beaten up. So, yeah. An interesting thing to add on to that pile of stuff to deal with.

So, the other day, I mentioned a lot of different art forms I'd tried because "I'm a horny girl who just wants to be beaten up," but there is one I forgot to mention because I forgot why I started: just normal drawing. Sure, ostensibly, it was because I was offered the choice of art or band in 6th grade and mom wouldn't let me do band, but if you look at the earliest drawings I did *for myself*, they're all pictures of Silver The Hedgehog beating up the viewer (read: me)

Microsoft Bird 2007

And this probably says a lot about me. It's probably something to confront, to play with. But, that was never the point of this thread. It was kinda just a vague rambling into the void on why I've tried various art forms. The actual deep introspection is for when I'm not drowsy from seroquel.

Anyways, maybe you found this interesting or informative. Maybe it's given you something to think about. I know it has me.

The animation was blocked out. It ends with me getting smothered in the woman's breasts. The game is intended to be a boxing game. Nothing more. If you win, she says "good job". If you lose, she taunts you. That's it. The only time I've written sex into a beating, it was in the context of a thinly veiled me being raped. I don't treat the masochism as *part* of the pleasure, but as *the* pleasure, the entire thing I'm here for.