Mx. Cam G. D'Arcy @[email protected]

- This is not specifically an after-dark acc't, even though my other acc't has taken up more of the daily-driver role in the last year.
- I do tend to post more lewdly on this account, but I also post more furrily here, and those aspects are not one and the same.
- Feel free to interact, but don't just pop up and start a conversation about how good my ass is. Or, rather, do, but at least say hi first so I know who you are and ask if I'm cool with it.
- No minors.

It wasn't until 2008 when I had the spare cash, the opportunity, and the chutzpah to start buying art, and these initial pieces are all from that period, 4/08 - 3/09.

Credits and additional commentary will be included in image descriptions.

Caveat: I have no idea if any of the artists I've contracted in the past have since been outed as fascists, abusers, terfs or other flavors of asshole. If I did, I did not know at the time.

that said I could do with some more kinks.

I would appreciate being sold on something new to try

the sudden realization that prevailing attitudes of past times and modern culture have set one's default assumption to "people will ask you if you want to do things" instead of the reality which is "you actually need to indicate in a loud clear voice that you want to do things for anyone to even notice or suggest them to you."

fucked up by the 80s and 90s constantly warning you that people would be constantly handing out free samples of drugs, sex and satanism on every street corner

semen that acts like expanding foam upon exposure to air

https://youtu.be/1axChyxXg2k?t=29

- finalize latest revisions of cat
- commish full official character sheet so I can stop going "the colors from this piece, but the proportions of this one, also the glasses I forgot the last five pieces" etc
- obtain pieces based off official documents
- finalize alternate designs (dagron, "big", etc.)
- obtain pieces involving alternate designs

absolutely in a mood to experience some dongs. dilz. rods. prods. prongs. boners.

every kind of appreciation, too.

if you would like to provide examples (yours, mine, whoever's) for appreciation in the replies, feel free. if not, do not feel ashamed! this is a casual idea for comfort.

also work is boring tonight.

trying to balance the unimportance of flesh to the spirit and how important it is to help people transcend rude genetic destiny however they wish...with just how good it is to share yr flesh with another and vice versa, even if the flesh's owner is disappointed in it

it distracts from how sore I am and how long I've got left at work tonight anyway

I'm not often in the mood for cisdudes, but today I'm distracted by thoughts of a demigod I mentally created for a shitpost I made on my other account last night, who's wearing only a brief toga and aviator shades

I think it's a great night for getting together with a friend and giving them a friendly stroke.

I haven't seen any good porn lately. I need to fix that.

I also need to commission some good porn, but I've been working some ridiculous hours lately, I can barely begin to put words in a coherent order, let alone find an artist and place an order that I'm going to be happy with and not have to mail them back like a week later being like "oh I forgot the glasses again"

oh, don't get me wrong, I still got a list of crushes as long as my arm on the internet, but I barely get a chance to talk with any of them, let alone get over my anxiety to actually hit on them

I've never been that good at flirting, I've tended to just kind of fall ass-over-teakettle into various relationships over the years. I hate to say it because it smacks of wearing rose-colored glasses and giving the past way more credit than it's due, but I do miss flirting, being able to chat with people and build relationships with them, romantic or otherwise.

the twenties got me fucked up, friends

please just fuck me until I stop feeling so useless

just absolutely obliterate me

feeling kinda shitty, could use some emotional support if you've got any to share

forget safewords, just give every sub a huge, cartoony bicycle horn

"a-ha! take that! and other pop bands as well!"
-HORNMK-
"oh, sorry, let me get you unstrapped..."

that last one, yes, is mostly me being a coward.

sex and kink are a smorgasbord, and I have choice paralysis.

- my switchness is supreme: my toppish moods look exactly like my bottommish ones.
- I don't mind bouncing my top moves off someone else's, or my subbery against theirs. in fact, competitive same-type collaboration is probably one of my most underrated likes.
- basically I'm up for stuff at all times, but I don't say anything about it often enough.
- also, let's be honest, if I ever say "that's not my kink" that's me saying "someone should probably make this my kink"

thinking about what grace was writing earlier

certain aspects of it overlap with some of my shower thoughts earlier this afternoon

the idea that so much needs to be communicated in advance is one I personally need to keep in mind for these reasons (among others, but primarily)

(con't)

today's underwear is quite tight, but not in a fun way

it could be fun if someone were interacting with my southern reaches

but it's mostly just sitting in a cube at work tonight

I think the next piece of art I commission needs to fully cross the line into chubby and hyperish and just actively oozing sex. I like the looks I've had, but I always end up feeling like I've short-changed myself, not put everything on the table. It's not the artists' fault, I'm just a coward.

orally fixated today. just want to spend some time with my head between someone's thighs (or even better, to lick, nibble and suck my way from one end of their body to the other. and back again.)