How be you and da foot? -Ginsu
Hey Ginsu! My foot hasn’t rotted off yet. My podiatrist told me I can wear heels again which is a huge relief because I was wearing flats for a week and people really did treat me differently. The 7-11 cashier thought I was twelve, I think. What a cunt, that guy.
Hi, please tell to you adorable body to have marcy with my dick lol
The Insanity workout was worth it. I did one round of it which was such a huge test of willpower that I feel like I should put it on my resume. Here is my new toned silhouette that I am attempting to maintain with less strenuous exercise videos.
Makes me feel like my pussy is high fiving jesus, fuck. Whoever invented that shit should get the nobel peace prize or something. It’s the best thing ever.
"It makes me feel like my pussy is high fiving jesus." LOLOLOLOL *dead*
… its funny ‘cause its true.
I hate Skype so I have to pass, but I am honored that a hot young blonde girl would be asking this of me. ~_^
Damn these word limits, I am not even able to complete my question.
You could have completed your question right there though. O_o
If you like this photo of me you may be a hebephile, or an ebephile depending on what age you think I look here. I think I look to be a solid 15 or so, its just my petite stature and fat cheeks.
I hope you guys had a lovely Thanksgiving with your families and will continue to enjoy the holiday season. On Christmas I will most likely be in bed on vicodin due to having foot surgery on the 20th. I am most afraid of being put under for it, and annoyed that I will be a gimp for a few weeks.
I have never been put under before, and am an unfortunate combination of a control freak and a hypochondriac so you can imagine my thought process on this issue. I just keep telling myself it will pass, and I wont have a long time to freak out since I’ll be rendered unconscious and all.
Finals week for me is coming up, and my only real final is for my managerial accounting class, but man is it intimidating. I should be studying right now, but my ability to delay gratification is slipping as it always starts to toward the end of the semester. This break will be good for me.
Aren is as lovely and as gingery as ever. Love is an odd thing. No matter how bad of a fight we have, or how much we get under each others skin, the second he walks out of the door to go to work or to the store I am counting down the minutes until I can see him again.
I know I can be sort of high maintenance emotionally. I know I’m a bit of a slob, leaving pistachio shells on my desk, and never making the bed in the morning. I know sometimes I can be crabby, but I really do love him very much and have the best intentions for him and for us.
I want us to work. I want to be his wife one day. I want to give birth to ginger-spaniards, and give them all four letter names. Sometimes I just feel inadequate though, like I don’t have the ability to be a good wife due to my anxiety and depression issues.
Sometimes I imagine him with someone better than me. Some moderately attractive blonde. Attractive enough to be cuddly and arousing without attracting too much male attention. This blonde, she has a golden retriever, and she wears her hair in a ponytail. She is an awesome cook, and has never stripped on the internet or elsewhere for money.
I torture myself with my own perceived inadequacy, and it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy, because the guilt I feel from “holding him down with me” causes me to push him away at times. I guess I understand now why people say you should learn to love yourself before you enter a relationship.
I’m used to being with guys that didn’t truly love me, and favored weed, friends, and video games over spending time with me, so this issue has never really come up for me in the past. When a man treats you in a way you feel you deserve to be treated, everything feels like its at an equilibrium. When a guy treats you in a way that is greater than how you feel you deserve, everything feels “off,” and your own self image will constantly attack and question the relationship like its a disease that your body is attempting to fight off.
I don’t want him gone though, I really don’t. Have any of you guys dealt with anything similar? No, just me? Okay. Well I’m going to go work on my accounting stuff now. I adore your faces, those that I have seen, and my imaginings of what your faces look like for those I have not.
i saw you last answer on a question if you would ever coming back camming and it sounds like you never did that because of fun , i know it was a job but my question is do you never had fun on camming ?
I did enjoy the conversations very much. I was a very lonely girl, and during certain parts of my cam “career” I was struggling with bad anxiety and depression issues. At one point my panic attacks got so severe that I became agoraphobic, and dropped out of college for two semesters. During that time my cam customers were my only real social interaction, and I genuinely felt a mood lift every time I cammed. Sometimes I still crave that interaction, because despite my anxiety being better I am so busy with work and school that I rarely get the opportunity to socially interact. From my perspective my main gripe with camming was (and this is pretty much every MFC girl’s gripe) the constant pressure to sell, sell, sell. A girl’s current success on MFC determines her future success on MFC. A girl’s room traffic is related to how much she manages to make on average in an hour, so if a girl just wants to hang out with fans and not be sexual for a day she will have to pay for it later with a dip in camscore that leads to less exposure. I could never fully relax and just enjoy the company of my fans on there. I had to constantly push my videos and countdowns. So on a given day if I wasn’t feeling sexy, but had to make some bill money, I was going to have to pretend to feel sexy. Sometimes while I was pretending to feel sexy, instead of having a generous cam customer I would have a prickish cam customer, but I’d deal with it because I had bills to pay, a camscore to keep up, and wanted to get offline as soon as possible so that I didn’t have to continue pretending to be sexy long enough to find someone more kind. That will take a psychological toll on someone. So to answer your question: yes I did enjoy a lot of aspects of camming, and I will always miss those aspects. I do not feel that using camming as a sole means of providing for oneself and loved ones is a healthy way to earn a living. If I had something else to fall back on, and could have used camming as supplemental income it would have been a much better situation. Everyone is different, that is just my experience.
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Will u ever cam again? Cam at another site? Cam under a new name? Will you ever visit NYC so I can show you the town? theFUBnyc fan from MFC
Sometimes caming can be tempting when things get rough for me financially. Especially now that my mother was denied medicaid due to funding issues and I am trying to figure out a way to be able to afford her dentures, implants, and extractions. Times are rough. I have been contacting subsidized dentistry places, as well as dental schools in an effort to explore what options we have. I am also putting as much time as I can into my job, but being a full time student as well makes it difficult to work full time (I work about 30 hours a week now). So sometimes I think “I should just hop on MFC and shake my ass for a couple hours here and there!” However, I’m in a relationship with Aren still, and I am growing to realize that the majority of sane and loving males do not want their women to objectify themselves for the masses. The thing is it is not even solely a jealousy issue. He does not want me to cam because he loves me and does not want me to be disrespected in any context. This is the first real grown-up relationship I’ve ever had, and if I want my relationship to work caming is out of the question for me. This is not the sexy answer you wanted, but you’ve given me a prompt to spew out some thoughts. ‘MERICA!