things ain't what they used to be

(Note from the Editrix: obviously, now, this is one of the entries that was written before the one posted on the 21st. Just FYI.)

"Love fiercely. Because this all ends."
~Katja Luminos

deserves investigation
underestimation
against our inclinations
let ourselves in for it

That is one huge drum.

ignore the provocation
ignore the implications
ignore the obligations
let ourselves in for it

And back to wandering. What else is there?



are you gonna fall for this
we're gonna pay hell for it
now we can't wait for it
we let ourselves in for it

Another day, another sim, another struggle to process. I'm just rehashing everything at this stage. Maybe I need to go back and read the chat logs. Because I need that level of gut punch this week.

wild calculations
exert a fascination
tame speculation
we let ourselves in for it

But it may need to be done. The why is still bugging me. Or the when. Or...both.



wild calculations
exert a fascination
tame speculation
we let ourselves in for it

Right. Never come to the Sanctuary without heels; I apparently won't be tall enough.

are we sittin' still for this
we're gonna pay hell for it
now we can't win for it
we let ourselves in for it

Heightists.



we were bound to make the most of it
yes here's the best of it

I do find it vaguely interesting that most of the serious femdom places on the grid, especially the entirely women-centered ones, all seem to share the same template of sprawling manor house/castle, and carefully sculpted grounds. Is that just a thing every lesbian domme desires? Am I missing something?

let yourself in
any way that you figure it
got it at our fingertips
got to give in

Though this would explain why Sakura gets so many lesbians looking for other lesbians wandering through, if nearly every other manor house with a flower name is geared towards women-on-women domination.



wild calculations
exert a fascination
tame speculation
let ourselves in for it

I do wonder why the garden has tentacles. Not sure I'm up to finding out if they're active ones or just decoration, to be honest. Still far too jangled.

let's disprove the allegation
no longer occupation
this is recreation
get yourself into it

But it's a very pretty garden, nonetheless.



you're gonna fall for this
we're gonna pay hell for it

Don't we always? Someone pays for everything. Usually it's me, this time it seems to be both of us. And the coin is becoming very dear.

And my fingers are already starting to itch again. Not even one day in fur, and the skin hunger's back. Damn it.



now we can't win for it
we let ourselves in for it

If it was a rigged game from the start, would we have refused to play? Could we have seen this coming? I maintain no, because it was completely out of the blue for me the night it happened. And I'm usually the one reacting to conscious, subconscious, and unconscious motivations for everything.



let's disprove the allegation
no longer recreation
this is occupation
get yourself into it

I'm just so tired.

(Photos taken at Gaia Rising, Sanctuary of the Rose [very adult playspace], Thrall [also very adult], Auld Lang Syne on the Isle of Scotland, Fracture and Malal's Spring. Lyrics from Robert Palmer's Let Yourself In For It)