I’ve fallen in a rabbit hole. 

I’ve never been all that interested in using the internet for nefarious devices, like getting my rocks off via Rule 34*.  

Then two things happened.  I found Violet Blue (via The Girl.  Thank you!)  And I learned how to access the interweb from my cell phone.

Bad combination.  Especially when you find you’re rather more into erotic photography than you thought and never realised just how much good stuff is out there (and not so good stuff…ik). 

Voilet is a fabulous find for a girl interested in the sexual habits of humans (although, to be fair, I’m clearly far more naive than I *ever* thought!)  She writes well.  She links like a legend.  And she gives real advice on things I’ve always wondered about.  Like whether those girls who are into public disgrace really *are* into public disgrace or whether they’re just a little sad (projection, obviously…it makes me feel sad.)  Apparently, they love it.  Eish.  And while a little light bondage is never a bad thing, I’m never going to understand those who get a kick out of stringing themselves up by their nipples while being shagged by a machine.  Que?

But those photography links.  Ai, yai, yai.  They are bad for a good girl at bed time.