before I knew what sex and fetishes and D/s and everything was, the neighborhood kids and I would play house. Everyone picked their roles: mother, daughter, father, son, grandparent, etc. I always chose to be a dog that talked. The puppy named “Puppy”. I would get on my hands and knees and beg for treats and bark and even let myself get scolded and smacked around if I did something bad during the game. I remember a few times, the kids would tie a rope around my neck and lead me around, like one would with a leash. I remember being locked in a cage as well, while the other kids did something else in the room, like “cook” or “clean”.

It’s funny how my mind has always wired this way, even as a child.

You were beautiful, lovely at best,
Sadly, I couldn’t have the rest.

You were pretty, smarter than most,
You’ll regret leaving when you feel that ghost.

You were different, unique to your kind,
Too bad you couldn’t make up your mind.

You are handsome, better than what anyone could be.
Screw the other three.

Deal with it. When I have more time to be creative, there’ll be much more put up on here. Until then, go look at the stuff I didn’t make but I very much enjoy at www.somuchincommon.tumblr.com. 

AR: “Cosmos (Outer Space) [She Wants Revenge Remix]” by t.A.T.u.; “Someday You Will Be Loved” by Death Cab for Cutie
BL: “E.T. (Futuristic Lover)” by Katy Perry; “This is the New Shit [Bong Remix]” by Marilyn Manson
CS: “Baby Blue Eyes” by A Rocket to the Moon; “Situations” by Escape the Fate