Someone always has to ruin a good mood

I had a wonderful day with my husband yesterday. We drove to Rehoboth Beach (about an hour away) We actually walked around, and shopped for a change. We went to the sports store, and he found a Miami Dolphins winter coat (I converted him from an Eagles fan) All I could find was a lanyard. 😦  I was hoping to get some Dolphins t-shirts.

We sat on the boardwalk, and people watched. And enjoyed the dogs out too. (They aren’t allowed during tourist season). It’s kind of funny checking out girls with your own husband.

We ate lunch. And walked around some more. I got a pair of dolphin shaped earrings made out of silver and shell. They’re pretty. And I got a pair of dangling ruby earrings. I also got a Rehoboth Beach t-shirt with a pirate on it.

We found another sports store. I got a Miami Dolphins wristlet purse. I’m not sure why, but I guess I wanted something Dolphins related.

We stopped at Dunkin Donuts for a few minutes. Then we left. We hit the outlet stores. I actually found two bras that fit me at the Hanes store. I went to Lane Bryant, and got a short black skirt, and a lightweight red sweater. Both were only $13.50.

I really enjoyed the trip to the beach. On the way home, we decided to hit the casino. I won $320, but we ended up playing it all back in again. We had the buffet while we were there. We both had fun, even though we lost money. (It was our tax refund)

When I got home, I got on my PC, and checked Twitter. This woman asked me why I post nude pictures. (They aren’t porn, and all the private parts are covered) I said because I’m bi, and I like looking at them. She snapped, and asked how my husband puts up with that shit.

I said because we both are attracted to the same type of women, and he likes looking at them too. She freaking lost it. She called him a pervert, and said we were both sick. And asked if we had any other fetishes. I was polite and asked her what she was talking about. I happen to think sexy comes in any size, and it’s not a fetish to appreciate it in any form.

She said a few other nasty things, and I told her to fuck off. Then I blocked her.

I’m an adult. I post adult content. No one is forced to follow me. If they don’t like it, they can unfollow. It’s that simple. And it’s just as simple for me to block them. I refuse to accept being berated by some uptight moron.

I don’t have to explain myself to anyone except my husband. I really don’t care what anyone else thinks. If she thought I was a pervert, why follow me at all? I don’t make a secret about being bisexual.

I’m still not sure why she got so bent out of shape. But it’s between me being bisexual, posting pictures of curvy women, or the fact that my husband like looking at those pictures/is ok with me posting them. I’m not into body shaming bigots, or homophobes. Either way, I blocked her.

People are entitled to their opinions, but I don’t want to hear them. I am entitled to post whatever the hell I want to post. And I do. That could lead me on to another rant, but I’ll refrain.

I am me. No one has to like it. No one is twisted their arms to make them read my thoughts. I refuse to be bullied into being something I am not. I refuse to be told what I can, or cannot post. If you’re along for the ride on my train of thoughts, welcome. But, just remember you can jump off of it any time you want to.


One thought on “Someone always has to ruin a good mood

  1. Some folks are just incapable of adjusting to the more modern mindset regarding nudity. It shocks them, often offends them, because it violated the much older taboos regarding nudity of any kind. They see shame because being seen nude is very private and they’d rather see leaf-covered goodies straight out of Garden of Eden fame; because Adam and Eve knew shame because of their nakedness, they just feel everyone should be and to the point where K know married couple who get undressed in the dark or even in the bathroom to hide their nakedness from someone who is entitled to see them naked.

    Go figure…


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