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    Re: Tumblrs New Rules

    After December 17, Tumblr will no longer allow explicit content on blog sites. My Blog as been flagged as explicit due to my sexual freedom and nude modeling. If anyone wishes to continue following me and seeing my latest modeling photos, please feel free to do so on my FetLife profile SassyE. If you have difficulty finding it, please PM me.

    Stay strong, friends ✊🏼

    Re: Tumblrs New Rules

    After December 17, Tumblr will no longer allow explicit content on blog sites. My Blog as been flagged as explicit due to my sexual freedom and nude modeling. If anyone wishes to continue following me and seeing my latest modeling photos, please feel free to do so on my FetLife profile SassyE. If you have difficulty finding it, please PM me.

    Stay strong, friends ✊🏼

    This may be my last story for you and I think it is appropriate for these times.

    It seems you and I will be split apart by forces of which neither of us control and being a very conservative person, I must admit, it is their company, not mine, and they are certainly free to do with it what they wish. That is the free market way.

    We have just been along for the ride and, at least to me, it has been a free one so who am I to complain?

    I do feel this sense of impending doom.

    You know me well enough by now to know movies and TV are a huge part of my daily life and one movie in particular comes to mind in these times. It is in my all time top 100 favorite films and one that really struck a vibrating chord in me. “Melancholia.”

    Damn, I love that movie. It, at least to me, conveyed a sense of foreboding, doom, finality. And the ending was perfect. I just loved that movie.

    And that is just the same feeling I have, now, with the looming of the end here on Tumblr.

    Much like “On the Beach.” But, being an optimist, I always hold out hope. It could all just blow over and we could be worrying about nothing.

    What the chances of that are is unknown.

    This brings to mind another film held very high in my esteem, Rod Steiger’s “Illustrated Man.”

    It was intense. One story about a family facing the end of the world and to ease any possible pain for their children, the adults opted to euthanize them before the night when the world ended. Problem was, it didnt and they (at least the adults) woke in the morning to just another day. Incredibly sad.

    And no time, here with you, would be complete without at least one final story before our clock runs out.

    I had a friend who was a few degrees off plumb. She was as sweet as could be but batty, extremely batty. She was deep into astrology. Wanted to do my charts or stars or whatever. Me, being a disbeliever, just humored her and nodded politely. There came a time when the stars told her, as well as popular myth, that the final night was coming and she believed it. She was a lady that loved “things.” Very nice things. She went way into debt to buy a grand piano just so it would look nice in her living room. She didn’t play, but she felt so comfortable with it as part of her decor. Back to the doom. The last day (in her mind) was rapidly approaching. She had always wanted a silver tea service. You know, the nice tray and teapot, creamer, sugar, tongs, all that. She wanted sterling. Not plate. The end was near and she wanted it. She spent every last dollar she had, savings, mortgage money, her last penny and she got her tea service and placed it atop (on a velvet pad) her piano. She went to bed on the final night, walked to her bedroom past her piano, her fingertips lovingly tracing across the slick black laquer piano top, lightly touching the teapot, the edge of the tray, around the rim of a china teacup and retired to her bed to await the final moments. She was happy. And content.

    Of course, we all know what happened when she woke the next morning.

    Being the glass-half-full person, I hold out hope that I will awaken the morning of the 18th and all will be well. And nothing changed.

    But in the event that this is, indeed, the end, I want to bid each and every sweetie the fondest adieu.

    I have enjoyed our time. I have loved every minute sharing with you. And who knows, perhaps we will see each other on the other side.

    As Vera Lynne sang (and was portrayed at the end of “Dr. Strangelove”) “We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when…”

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    Saving Your Data!

    So if your a NSFW blog and think your going to lose all your posts STOP! here is what you do, go to appearance edit page and scroll all the way to the bottom and click EXPORT. Your blog will be compressed into a zip file and you be emailed a link to download it. Click the link and you will be taken back to your profile, go to edit appearance again and now there will be a download button. download the zip file. It will only DL pix and .Gifs Nothing else!!!

    For providing this information please name your first ten children after me!

    😂😂😂😂😂😂

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    Worthy of a re-blog for all concerned.