I'm waiting for them to hurry the fuck up with the Transporter pods. I need a night out in Glasgow, Mancs or London... I'd include a night in with your feet et al...

I love my feet.

Currently wearing five beaded anklets on my right ankle with dangling charms, a giant strand of beads wrapped around my left ankle. Kindnesus looks like a cuff.

My polish is rich deep blood red. Large toe has nail art, black flowers with rhinestones.

Love getting pedicure, my little luxury treat.

A lover who loves my little feet would be just heavenly. :)

as in pickle research and development?

I was never one for the pickle. I did like picalily. I don't think that would go well with feet? though, you know, if it makes someone really horny to stand in shoes full of pickle while tying me to the bed cause it made me slightly disgusted and icked? I'd be up for it. I rather like that feeling. the ever so slightly uncomfortable because of sleezey wierdness. And still being made to partake.

edit to add: I might draw the line at marmite fingers.

or I might like to be forced to go over that line.

ew. or maybe not. I don't know! *gasp*

Pickle Feet...it's the new fetish yanno. Wait for my book 50 Jars of Pickle. :perv:

I think we are witnessing the start of a love affair of pickle proportion!

Long live Pickles!

:awww: :skateboard:

no, daktari and I are just demonstrating the true form of how to flirt properly.

I hope you are taking notes as there will be a quiz later.

If this were a real blossoming romance, you'd have seen us ignoring each other.

Picking up another note book later today for flirt journal. :)

Yes, have a few notes on flirting .... lol, haven't mastered the secret flirting.

Maybe that's a good thing?

I dunno but I figure I get ignored so much by butches where I am, it must be some form of secret flirting.

Feet...let's just say that bare feet kinda freak me out the majourity of the time.

I thought that was a femme ritual. Rattle our cage then disappear.

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No, I'm thinking that you are so freaking naughty gorgeous and amazing they are struck dumb and perhaps can't imagine that you would ever go out with them.

You know, like the Beauty and the Beast, or Beauty Queen and Jerry Lewis character in the movies.

Maybe more winking and "hello handsome" comments will change that?

Humm. I thought butches knew it was the chase me game. :blush:

I like feet, especially those with socks on 'em.
Or painted toes (feet).

Don't give away the femme secrets!

Romance with the gobby Canuck tart? Hah...As if! :sunglass:



They're intimidated and/or think you're outta their league dearest Babs!

Silly bootchies!! :eek:

What? You mean I finally figured one out???
Holy hell I did it !!! Alert the media!! There is bound to be some sort of award for this. Lol

I think that's called "hello, I'm obviously interested, I'm going to leave it up to you to ask me out, sailor, I can't be doing ALL THE WORK and vulnerability!!" *heavy eyeball roll down the road and around the block and back again*

The femme council is currently convening to determine your fate. And to change the rules.

That's very flattering, thank you :) your fiver is in the post!

but I don't think so...

I get stared at, no smile then when I smile and look bright and happy at the starer, no smile in response and they look away. Not exactly welcoming. I have a good set of balls on me but standing around, arms crossed, not speaking, responding with monosylables, staring and not smiling is actually just a little too "offish" even for my steel huevos. I think winking and saying "hi handsome" would probably scare the shit out of them if a smile gets nothing in return. I don't like scaring people. I get told enough that I'm intimidating/scary. :( *wilt*

In London I found it much easier to talk to random strangers at dyke/queer events. A bright smile got one in return. That meant I could approach and say hello. Or they could. I find that "resting grumpface" seems to be the defaulting setting of anyone who is masculine of centre here.

When I first showed up here, I was bouncy, happy, flirty, talked to people I didn't know, introduced myself... bought people fucking drinks... (no one bought me one back btw). And I just lost my bounce over time, tbh.

People at bus stops and in shops are more friendly than the butches and dykes at events. Actually, that's a lie. Some of the femmes are quite friendly.

I think it has to do with me going on my own. I don't think people trust someone on their own at an event. #mustbeanaxemurderer

I don't have queer or gay mates here. So. Kinda catch 22...