HNT~Glamazon

Hello! For this Half-Nekkid Thursday, I was playing around with my fabulous red libstick and my new gel eyeliner. I took some pictures (with the trusty webcam) of me in my black lace panties and bra, just for your enjoyment. There are more after the clicky-link!

My Heart Belongs to Daddy

**Disclaimer**

The following post discusses a certain aspect of my sexuality, and while not graphic, may not be something some people (...family...) want to know. If that sounds like you, just pass this one over. If you are interested, click the "Read More!"

JBeibs and Kim Kardashian

I don't know who is luckier...her or him...**die**

Straight People

I'm in California at the moment. I've been here since last Friday, for my little sister's high school graduation and then a family vacation to Yosemite. It's been mostly fabulous...the graduation was great, Yosemite was breath-taking, and spending time with my two sisters, my mother, and my stepdad has been fun.

However, I noticed a strange thing that hit me almost as soon as my flight touched down in San Francisco: I feel really weird when I am in groups of heteros. Yeah, I know. How strange is that? But I've noticed that when I have been out-and-about with my family on this trip, I'll have a vague, undefined uncomfortable feeling until I see one or more homos. Then I'm like, "YES! MY PEOPLE!" and I have to fight down the urge to run over to them in relief.

I don't get it. Something must be wrong with me or something! =P And it's not that I don't love my family (I do) or that they embarrass me in public (they don't) or anything like that. I think it's a result of, for the first time in my life, my having been hanging out with fellow queers almost exclusively for the last 6 or 9 months at least. I still have my wonderful straight friends, but with football and all that, I just spend way more time with The Gays.

How novel. I kinda like it.