Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

Master is carnivore so I am too but I could live without meat. I do like beef and turkey if not too dry.

That makes sense. Daddy is omnivorous, but will eat veg for/with me. I don’t mind when others eat meat. I used to eat it myself about ten years ago, but once my brain made the unfortunate associations, I was left without an appetite for it.

I am planning on seitan, I think, for myself. I still cook a pretty great turkey for everyone else though, apparently (I got the recipe from my ex, though... so those thoughts wobble around whenever I cook it. One of the only good things I was left with from him.)
 
Ohhhh !!! Now I gotta hear the story of last year!!!
Will you tell us? Please

Haha! Okay... let me dig around my brain-hole a bit and pull out the story of last year... not to be confused with the year before last when I ended the night sobbing into my trans friend’s removed chicken-cutlet-looking breast things while we watched Harold and Kumar...
 
That makes sense. Daddy is omnivorous, but will eat veg for/with me. I don’t mind when others eat meat. I used to eat it myself about ten years ago, but once my brain made the unfortunate associations, I was left without an appetite for it.

I am planning on seitan, I think, for myself. I still cook a pretty great turkey for everyone else though, apparently (I got the recipe from my ex, though... so those thoughts wobble around whenever I cook it. One of the only good things I was left with from him.)

I had to look up seitan looks quite nice and probably has a nice texture. I don't mine preparing meat but chicken can be a bit tasteless and pork can be a bit chewy at times. Nice meat is fine.
It's funny as Master has a vegetarian friend who visits occasionally so I usually cook something meat-free for us all. I think Master secretly likes it but He has to pretend He is being deprived of His meat
 
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Classy and sexy... :rose::rose::rose:
 
11/15
 

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I’m running through the questions in my mind this morning
It’s not even morning anymore, but I haven’t slept, so we need to call it that.
I keep asking
If it is worth all of this?
Do I give in?
Do I give up?
So that I can have the things I actually want?
Do I chip bits of myself away because it is the “right” thing to do,
Even though there may be nothing left soon?
Even though I might sink deeper into myself instead?
Even though I don’t want to hurt like this?
I am. Hurting.
I don’t want to acknowledge it,
For fear that it might be worse than it is.
What if it is what I fear?
What if I am left again, scarred, but deeper than last time?
What if you can’t hold me when I need you?
Who will then?
I am strong, I know... but am I strong enough?
Can I be when it matters?
Asking questions, none with clear answers...

...

At least
.
.
.
.
Not yet.

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Never question ... go with what you feel after all else is pushed aside.
 
I’m running through the questions in my mind this morning
It’s not even morning anymore, but I haven’t slept, so we need to call it that.
I keep asking
If it is worth all of this?
Do I give in?
Do I give up?
So that I can have the things I actually want?
Do I chip bits of myself away because it is the “right” thing to do,
Even though there may be nothing left soon?
Even though I might sink deeper into myself instead?
Even though I don’t want to hurt like this?
I am. Hurting.
I don’t want to acknowledge it,
For fear that it might be worse than it is.
What if it is what I fear?
What if I am left again, scarred, but deeper than last time?
What if you can’t hold me when I need you?
Who will then?
I am strong, I know... but am I strong enough?
Can I be when it matters?
Asking questions, none with clear answers...
At least
Not yet.

:heart:
 
I’m running through the questions in my mind this morning
It’s not even morning anymore, but I haven’t slept, so we need to call it that.
I keep asking
If it is worth all of this?
Do I give in?
Do I give up?
So that I can have the things I actually want?
Do I chip bits of myself away because it is the “right” thing to do,
Even though there may be nothing left soon?
Even though I might sink deeper into myself instead?
Even though I don’t want to hurt like this?
I am. Hurting.
I don’t want to acknowledge it,
For fear that it might be worse than it is.
What if it is what I fear?
What if I am left again, scarred, but deeper than last time?
What if you can’t hold me when I need you?
Who will then?
I am strong, I know... but am I strong enough?
Can I be when it matters?
Asking questions, none with clear answers...

...

At least
.
.
.
.
Not yet.

I hope this very personal, almost private passage is cathartic for you. I wish you highs to make you appreciate the lows.
 
I’m running through the questions in my mind this morning
It’s not even morning anymore, but I haven’t slept, so we need to call it that.
I keep asking
If it is worth all of this?
Do I give in?
Do I give up?
So that I can have the things I actually want?
Do I chip bits of myself away because it is the “right” thing to do,
Even though there may be nothing left soon?
Even though I might sink deeper into myself instead?
Even though I don’t want to hurt like this?
I am. Hurting.
I don’t want to acknowledge it,
For fear that it might be worse than it is.
What if it is what I fear?
What if I am left again, scarred, but deeper than last time?
What if you can’t hold me when I need you?
Who will then?
I am strong, I know... but am I strong enough?
Can I be when it matters?
Asking questions, none with clear answers...

...

At least
.
.
.
.
Not yet.

You are always strong enough lovely, and every single time you have doubted your strength before, you have always emerged victorious, :heart:
 
11/16
 

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Thank you

For your belief in me.
For your wishes of sleep, rest, and a change of moods.
Basically for being kind humans.

💜
 
There was too much darkness
Inside of her
She thought, but
Once He saw
What was really there
Under the layers,
Beneath the tarnished facade,
He loved her even more
Than ever before.
And it was a love
Not for what she could be,
But for what she was
And always will be.

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