Rant.

First work day of the year. It happens to be my wfh day, so I'm wfh. Got a call saying they had expected me to be at work because there's a new colleague. I wasn't part of the hiring process. All I got was a verbal FYI that they hired someone. Nobody asked me to make time to do the onboarding. Apparently I should've just dropped my own work on a guess that they might like me to now suddenly be involved in the matter.

End of rant

#Locktober day 24. At this point, I just want a full night's sleep, tbh.

Anyway here's a picture of me kneeling on the kneeling bench I made ages ago.

For reasons that I feel do not need to be addressed, I'm currently sitting on a toilet in a three piece suit, with a steampunk top hat, smoking a pipe.

This is it, ye all. I've become a meme.

"Was ist denn mit dir passiert?", my housemate asked. I unthinkingly walked out of the bathroom without a shirt, revealing a chest that was maybe 60% purple.

My girlfriend for a short time was a complete rollercoaster. She wasn't particularly fond of men, for good reason, but chose to spend some time at my place anyway. She was fond of very hot goth outfits and lingerie, though and when I confessed to liking pain, she demonstrated a fondness for biting. I submitted to the most intense biting and tease and denial session I've ever had. Despite not being restrained in any way, I made no attempt to resist her as she dryhumped me and bit my chest hard at least 50 times.The bitemarks afterwards were black, blue and purple and shocked the hell out of my housemate, whose idea of kinky was getting a blow job with his hands tied up. I've since had a bit of fear of biting...