Good morning, world. Happy fucking Saturday. The sun is starting to peek over the horizon. Shawshank left for work early this morning, and Podrick had me up not too long after that. I tried in vain to get him to behave enough for me to doze, but he was much more interested in hyperfixating on the alarm clock and its cords. When he heard Pippin jump down from her shelf, he bolted after her. I got out of bed and filled their bowls.
Yesterday went as expected. Chaturbate was crowded, my room was pretty dull. I started off wearing something cute, then changed into something more casual after my quick break to feed the cats. I keep telling Shawshank I’m going to open up chat to everyone, not just the guys with tokens to spend, but I forgot again. Yes, I’m aware I can change that setting at any time, even when the stream is live. Do I? Absolutely not. Part of it is nerves– opening up chat like that means anyone can say anything (within the boundaries of my blocked words lists). Do I have thick enough skin to deal with the dregs of society? Are my improv skills quick enough to put them in their place?
I started reading some more short erotica towards the end of the night. Someone who was in during a reading last week came back and said, “hell yeah I love storytime!” I have to skim ahead of things a little, to ensure things aren’t going to run afoul of the TOS. For example, I can’t be reading the story about an amorous couple in the cemetery, because there really isn’t a way to finish it when the twist ending reveals the narrator has been fucking his wife’s corpse.
Shawshank is working this morning, but will be home after lunch. I’m going to assume a human form (after a shower), refill my coffee mug, and have a nice morning stream on TikTok.
