Tits Out Tuesday: Free the Nipple Breast Anatomy 101

The Obsession with Tits and Freeing Them On the Internet  

or

How Do Boobs Work?

Boobs, tits, knockers, jugs, melons. There are hundreds of words out there that we use to describe breasts. The thing about these words is that they are sometimes not even close to being an accurate description. For instance, the use of the word “tit” to describe the entire boob area has always kind of weirded me out.


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The free the nipple movement and Tits Out Tuesday have the potential to help people understand some of the anatomical differences of the breast. The reasoning behind the free the nipple movement stems from two main issues:

1) freedom of speech 2) body oppression

In other words, it’s a double standard that men are allowed to be topless on social media sites and women are not. The difference is a sexualization of women’s bodies — the part most people are attracted to is actually the fat.

The female breast is comprised of muscle, fat, mammary ducts, lobules, the areola, and the nipple (there’s more too, but let’s keep it as simple as possible).

I’d like to point out that the areola and the nipple are two different things as many men have commented that I must have really large nipples, when in reality it’s the areola area that takes up more space on my boobs.


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Of course, boobs come in all shapes and sizes as we are all well aware. There are pointy boobs, round boobs, saggy boobs, perky boobs, boobs with very long nipples, boobs with inverted nipples, etc. Everyone who has boobs (unless they’re fake boobs) has asymmetrical boobs, that is, one is slightly (or more than slightly) larger than the other. This has to do with the fact that most people are left or right hand dominant and the use of one side of the body more than the other creates a natural change in size.

Perhaps most of us are attracted to the female breast because they represent the beginning of life. Without milk, babies wouldn’t survive. There’s the evolutionary allure that makes us perk up at the sight of nice breasts because it makes the person seem more sexually compatible, more likely to feed those babies real good. Or be fed real good. Or both.

The censorship of the breast is a censorship of human sexuality. It’s more acceptable to see violence than boobs, which is bullshit.

The Free the Nipple Movement has gained women some breast rights; in the sense that they can now post pics of themselves breastfeeding actual babies, but other than that the censorship is still rather ridiculous. Hence why there are so many emojis-over-the-tit pics running around out there.


If there was less of a taboo on seeing female boobs, would they have as much sexual appeal? The law of the forbidden would say, no. But, I don’t think it would completely end the sexual appeal because boobs will be boobs and they will always have the ability to lure people in.

The question then becomes, is there anything behind the boobs? For example, a heart? Or better yet, do that boobs come with brains? Does your boner? Things to really think about. In the meantime, if you want to look at some uncensored pics of my boobs you can join in on all of the exclusive content on my Patreon. The more the merrier! Hope to see you there.

Tits Out Truth Bombs Tuesday: Nipple Play Explained + Tit Play Tips

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What To Do With All These Nipples

or

Thoughts on Tit Play

Via an Instagram follower’s question:

“Nipple play. Some people love it, others get nothing from it, why?”

Here’s the deal, if you think of the human body as a macrocosm for pleasure and pain then the nipple would be like a microcosm. Or the tit is like one piece of the puzzle on the body that inhabits this planet.

That being said, every tit is different and even then tit sensitivity can fluctuate day to day depending on hormone levels, etc. Also, the size and structure of the breast can play a big part.

According to my research, those with smaller size breasts commonly have more sensitivity than those with large breasts. I do not know how true this is, as someone with medium sized-breasts mine are pretty sensitive so if someones are MORE sensitive than mine, good goddess I send my kindest regards and good luck getting through a regular day.

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Anyhoo. For all of these reasons (and I’m sure more), this is why some people love nipple play, other people feel nothing with regards to nipple play, and others can find it excruciating.

So, what is one to do when they stumble upon some new nipples in real life? Nipples attached to a human body, a body with a functioning brain; a brain that somehow is capable of connecting feeling to the physical?

I’d suggest good ole regular communication along with practicing the art of easing in.

There are many things one can do while playing with nipples. Here are some examples:

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How should one approach nipple play?

Talk to your partner. Go slowly.

As you nibble, ask “Is this good. Is this enough? Too much? Want more.”

It’s all about discovering each other’s bodies. Sure, it might seem like a passionate move to go in and chomp on a titty but I’m telling you right now most people aren’t going to like that… at least not straight away. That’s why there’s the easing-in stuff. Sort of like how you’d approach spanking someone. You wouldn’t immediately start slapping their ass as hard as you can, you’d give it some light tapping and then gauge the reaction as you increase the intensity. It’s the same.

Whatever you do with your nipples or someone else’s I hope you have fun!

Comment below on your favorite things to do with nipples OR confess to your own nipple sensitivity levels, mine is HIGH!

Tits Out Truth Bombs Tuesday: Can A Relationship Be Repaired When Trust is Broken?

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Lies, Manipulation, and Love Built to Die

Or

There’s Good Reason Why So Many Of Us Have Built a Wall Around Ourselves

Recently I had my heart ripped out of my chest again. My best friend has told me on countless occasions that I trust people too easily. I know she is right, but I also have never been able to overcome this trait I have. Regardless of whether I’m making a new friend or developing a new romantic relationship, I always give people the benefit of the doubt. I trust them until they prove to otherwise be untrustworthy. This is not uncommon behavior, most of us do this. Why wouldn’t we do this? There has to be some faith in both the self and the other that the bonds that are being built are being built on solid honest ground.

And yet, it’s so interesting how quickly a good relationship can turn bad when that trust we hand over so easily shatters.

The question is, can it be repaired?

Of course, it can, we even can see examples in mainstream media every day, see Beyonce and Jay-Z, Hillary and Bill, etc.

The deeper question comes down to whether or not both parties involved really want to repair it.

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When someone does something hurtful to someone else the person being hurt has to understand that this is not a reflection of who they are, but a question of who the other person doing the hurting is.

How good was the relationship prior to this pain? Are both of you willing to do the work to overcome it?

Of course, I can’t help but feel duped, humiliated, made to look stupid. The thought of going through those feelings again is enough to make me run far far away and never look back. It’s not that I can’t forgive him for his terrible behavior–I can. I’m questioning whether I can trust myself to give him another chance and risk going through all of those emotions again. I’m not a big fan of those emotions, who is? I think of what my friends would do, would say to me. I think of what I’d say to my friends if something similar happened to them and I know I’d tell them to tell the guy to “fuck off,” (which I actually did do, quite loudly at 5 am in the morning but that’s a digression).

I think of the future. I think, what if I forgive this guy and he does it again? Not only would I be mad at myself but I’d be embarrassed, ashamed for being so easily manipulated.

I don’t understand liars. I’ve always been way too honest, to a fault even. My lack of a filter has gotten me in trouble many many times, yet I prefer it to living any other way. Sometimes I forget how other people don’t do this. How other people so often lie to get what they want.

That’s the other thing that confuses me. Why lie to get what you want? And what benefit does it serve to lie to the person you like romantically? If you’re so comfortable with that that you’re no longer interested in being with them, why not just break it off? If you’re so bored that you want to be with someone else after a month why not just say “girl, bye?” If you want to do whatever you want and get away with it, why be in a relationship at all?

The thing is you can’t do whatever you want when you’re in relationships with other people. Not if you care about them anyway. Sometimes you have to suck it up and do the thing you don’t really want to do, whether it’s going to their company’s BBQ even though you hate all their coworkers, making breakfast even though you’re both dying of a hangover, or you know, not hitting on their roommate even if the roommate is so damn cool and fine. It’s called basic human decency. Relationships require that as a bare minimum.

So yeah, here I am, in kind of a conundrum.

There were so many good things happening and I miss that, I miss him, I miss us. Yet, I can’t be with a liar. I can’t be with someone who does whatever he wants with no regard for the other person. If he can prove that that is not who he is at his core (or his surface even). If he could actually do the work, show real remorse and take positive action to repair all this then maybe.

Yet, then again, maybe I’m too easy and need to learn how to be a bit “more hard”.

Tits Out Truth Bombs Tuesday: Falling Out of Love with Denver + Giving Up the Booze

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Is Denver Becoming Too High Maintenance?

or

When You Change One Thing You May Need to Change Them All

My favorite running path in Denver takes me through City Park, where I always stop at Duck Lake to look at the black birds (double-crested cormorants) that perch in huge nests which sit atop these twisted goth trees. These are migrating birds. They leave in the fall and return in the spring. When they returned this year I told everyone that I too was going to take off when they took off in the fall. I only half-meant it when I said it back then.

Now it’s almost fall and the birds are half gone already.

Before I even got to Duck Lake today I could feel the shift. It was way too quiet. The leave of absence hit me harder than I expected it to. I couldn’t believe it was already happening.

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I recently decided I needed to take a break from drinking. Luckily I haven’t hit rock bottom yet and I hope I can keep it together enough that I never do. I do know that I abuse alcohol. Or it abuses me. Perhaps we have this weird BDSM switch-like relationship going on, I don’t know. I’m not typically even an over-indulger. I can say no to cake. I can say no thanks to cookies. But when it comes to beer I’m like “Give Me! Give Me! Give Me ALL of the BEER!!”

Damn, I love beer.

It’s only been three days. I know three days is nothing to almost all human beings who are not alcoholics, but it’s a lot for people who are alcoholics and plenty for those (like me) who are alcohol abusers. Yet, during these this three-day break from alcohol I’ve been thinking about how I might actually have to leave Denver.

I’m not sure this city is a healthy place for me to be. I think it would be really easy for me to fall back into old habits.; to go out and repeat the same sort of stories over and over. I’m tired of those stories. I’m tired of going to bars, having one-night stands, waking up feeling like shit, eating fried foods just to make it through the day, popping pills that will help me focus, gain energy, and get work done, repeating the same stupid shit all over again.

Also, I may be falling out of love with Denver.

Just like people change and grow so to do cities. Perhaps I’ve learned enough from this place; perhaps it’s time for the basic bitches to take my place as they are making their way here in droves (and honestly I’m over interacting with them).

I don’t know where I’d go. I don’t even know who I am or what I want to be anymore.

I don’t feel lost. I feel misplaced. I know exactly where I am I just don’t know why I’m here.

I’m also a bit burnt out on always writing about sex. I know it’s what you all want, but it’s not what I want. I want more. I want to explore the depths of humanity–body and soul, not just how far you can fit something up a vagina.

So I will be doing that. Of course, I’ll still write about sex stuff. But summer is over. The birds are headed south. It’s time to get shit together. Perhaps even fly somewhere new.

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Tits Out Truth Bombs Tuesday: My Embarrassing First Kiss Story

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The First Time Isn’t Always the Best Time

Or

Real Life True Story of a First Kiss

As many of you know, I’m back home in the lovely oppressively humid state of Kansas. I’ve been getting out and about and my adventures have brought so many memories to the surface. I thought it would only be fair to share some stories that proved I was not always an expert in (and out) of the bedroom.

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Since today is all about telling some truth, I want to tell you about my first kiss.

I wish I had my journals here with me because I’m pretty sure I made it sound SUPER romantic, slightly cheesy, very cute.

Here’s what I remember.

I was 15 (I know, I was old for a first kiss, but I was also quite picky about boys as a teenager). It was late fall, I had been “going out” with a guy for a couple of weeks, let’s call him M. There was some evening teen activity at the high school that we were all at. Somehow M and I snuck away. We walked down to the nature trail behind all the buildings. This was the trail the science teachers used to teach us about the birds and the bees and stuff.

Well, we had our own way of learning about . . . stuff.

We held hands.

Sweaty hands.

We hiked through it until we were right in the middle where no one could see us.

The stars could see us.

The moon could see us.

The Gods could see us.

And we could see them.

I was nervous. I knew what was going to transpire. My best friend had gotten an earlier start, which pissed me off because she was supposed to be the goody-goody and I was supposed to be the rebel. There was no time to waste. It had to be right then.

We turned to face each other. We both stood there like assholes. He leaned in. I leaned in. The world leaned in.

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Our lips were touching!

Wow.

He pulled me closer.

Our tongues were touching.

Oh, my!

There was at least one or two twirls of our tangoing tongues.

He pulled back.

I pulled back.

The world pulled back.

“That’s what all the hype is about?” I thought.

He took my hand and we walked back to the school.

Everyone knew.

They could see it on our faces.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

You’re waiting for the embarrassing part, aren’t you?

Fffinnneee. Here it goes. We were Freshman when this first kiss thing happened. We broke up maybe a week or two after the incident but remained sex-tension friends for the remainder of high school. I’ll always remember M as the only man who ever sent me flowers. Seriously. In my entire life, he was the only one and I think he jinxed me. I broke up with him one evening, then the next day at school I got flowers delivered to me. Turns out he had already ordered them and couldn’t cancel the delivery. The card read, “I love you.”

I was horrified.

Anyhoo. I digress.

Years later, senior year to be exact. We’re fight-flirting as per usual. We’re all reminiscing about all our years spent together in that shit hole school. I’m not exactly sure how it even comes up, but in front of our entire group of friends, M, tells everyone that the night we first kissed, MY FIRST KISS, I kissed him, “like a fish.”

LIKE A FISH.

I KISSED LIKE A FISH.

I had NO IDEA! I thought it was a decent first kiss. I thought I had it ALL figured out. I thought I was queen of the lip smack patty whack. Princess of the pucker. I could not have been further from that truth.

And maybe he was already a little pick-up-artist. Perhaps he was feeding on my weaknesses. Could have been he knew I hated to lose or to be bad anything, but I turned to him and said, “Well, I don’t kiss like that anymore.”

Did I prove him wrong?!? Only the birds and the bees know the answer to that.

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Tits Out Truth Bombs Tuesday: Happy National Orgasm Day!

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3 Ways to Enhance Your Big O

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Cum So You Can Go (Again)

Happy National Orgasm Day! Orgasms (or orgasims like half the population spells when looking it up on google) are pretty much my favorite thing. At least when I think about my favorite things they almost all give me orgasms (sex, ice cream, those water bottle misters on a hot day) soooo saying orgasms are my favorite thing is pretty close to accurate and would make the most sense.

Anyway. Sometimes orgasms are way more difficult for females who are having sex with men (me included!). But never fear! It is possible to do. Below I have listed three easy ways to enhance your orgasms no matter who you’re banging (man, woman, yourself etc). Enjoy (and please, cum again).

Here are Three Easy Ways to Enhance Your Orgasm

1. Exercise to Sexercise

Move your body to really mmmoovvee your body. Whether you’re doing high or low impact, weight-training, HIIT, yoga, etc. when you get your blood flow going it helps make it easier to get off. Plus, there are some stats out there that says exercise raises testosterone in women, which can help boost that sex drive.  (I have not read the full report but you can and then you can tell me about it.) Also, when your body is in better shape it increases endurance, strength, and flexibility which all can have a major impact on how well you perform in the bedroom. I’m not saying you have to become a major stud muffin muscle machine, but it could be fun to be able to hold your partner up against a wall or pull your legs up over your head.

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I’m a huge proponent of incorporating sex toys into the bedroom (or wherever you’re doing it). There is something for everyone out there in the world of adult play toys. In fact, the ones I’m featuring below were toys recommended to me by other people/friends/people I trust have good sex. I have yet to try them myself, but they are on my “To Do” list. Let me know if you’ve experienced any of these or if you have a favorite in these of these categories that you think are must-haves.

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Yes, it sounds like hippie shit, and maybe it is hippie shit, but breath work can help with focus and it can help people learn how to let go of the bullshit that might clog the brain and prevent the orgasm from entering the body.  Many tantric people claim to have the best orgasms EVER and though it looks silly wouldn’t you prefer experiencing as much pleasure as possible?

You can just slow down your breathing or catch on the same rhythm as your partner and either of those things can drastically change the orgasm experience. Breathwork can make anal sex way more pleasurable by allowing you and/or your partner to go with the intensity instead of against it.

More on each of these topics to cum. . . I mean, come, later.

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Tits Out Tuesday: The Problem With Casual Sex

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Fuck Who You Wanna Fuck

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Be Who You Wanna Be

I follow a bunch of random pages on Instagram. It pretty much runs the spectrum from hedonism to cute puppies all the way to new-age spirituality bullshit and of course, alien conspiracies. The other day I saw several posts come up into my feed that all centered around the same concept– that casual sex is an energy suck.

Most of the posts read something like this:

“Everyone is too busy just having sex for pleasure with no connection. They’re going to lose their chance to find someone real because of their sexual desires (demons) …”

The concept stems from the idea that when you give a part of yourself to someone who has no intention of returning anything you give–you are transferring your energy into emptiness and soon you will also be empty inside.

I’m still trying to wrap my brain around this idea.

I think for the most part this idea is bullshit.

Is there an actual problem with casual sex?

Yes.

The problem is people who have a problem with it.

If you have a problem with it, then it’s not for you and that’s okay. But, if it’s not your thing that doesn’t mean it’s not for other people. And the only way you lose your energy is by choosing to give it to someone else.

Is it possible to continue creating connections with people AND also participate in casual sex? Perhaps it’s only for people who are capable of separating the meanings of experiences. Not every sexual encounter is about intimacy or spiritual bonding. Sometimes it’s just about enjoying pleasure for pleasure’s sake. If people are going around ONLY seeking pleasure ALL of the time, perhaps they’re all empty on the inside. Or maybe pleasure is just easier for them? Maybe they haven’t gotten to the point where they’re ready for a deeper, closer intimacy. Is that wrong?

It seems like it should come down to communication. If you’re looking for a connection that’s more than just pleasure, discuss it. Perhaps don’t fuck someone who’s only about the physical act of sex.

When you’re on the same page, it shouldn’t be an energy suck or cause for concern.

One form of sex is not necessarily more real than any other. Of course, when you’re into each other it can definitely make the sex better, but it also depends on your definition of better. So, what I’m getting at here is that I disagree with this new-agey bullshit that says casual sex is bad for the world. I believe that everyone should experience more pleasure and within that pleasure, we will all have better experiences here on earth. Perhaps I’m wrong. I’m okay with being wrong. But perhaps shedding the guilt around sexuality would be more beneficial to our planet than continuing to make people feel bad for the choices they’re going to make.

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Tits Out Tips Out Tuesday: The Art of The Mouth Tease

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It Takes Two to Tongue Tango

Or

Give Me Mouth-to-Mouth Real Slow Like

How good do you think you are at kissing?

I know that I used to kiss like a fish.

I know this because my first ever boyfriend decided to inform me of my sloppy wet mouth moves a few months after we parted ways.

Now, I have no problem with fish but I don’t care to kiss like one and I don’t like to be bad at things either, particularly sexually-related things (admittedly still bad at giving hand-jobs but I’ve accepted this). So, after he so kindly informed me about my level of lip skill ability (under the sea level it turns out) I went on a mission to become not just a good kisser but an EXCELLENT one.

Here’s the thing about mouth-to-mouth making out.

It requires more than just being a good kisser.

It requires being a good communicator AND being a good tease.

Here’s what I mean.

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I’ve made out with hundreds of people. Did they ALL think I was an excellent kisser?!

Yes. Because I am amazing.

Ha!

Just kidding.

Kissing requires not just technical physical skill, but the ability to “dance like no one is watching.” Or if they are watching then you can do the tongue tango instead.

You are no longer communicating with words you are communicating with your physical mouth tongue body. That’s where passion and compassion come into the limelight. It’s where playfulness and desire get shown off. So, close your eyes and move to the rhythm of each other’s movements. Pay attention. Mirror actions. Nipple. Lick. Speed Up. Go deep. Go light. Tease.

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We miss out on so much stuff when we go too fast. I’m not saying you have to practice mindfulness or take a ten-minute meditation break (but neither would be the worst idea). What I’m saying is that when you slow down you can better savor each other and the moment. So, pull back. Lean in again and just when you’re about to touch, pull back again. Build the intensity. Make it impossible to resist another moment without that connection.

Very few people actually enjoy the jackrabbit sex style and that includes making out with that sort of intensity. Sure, it’s hot to go hard, fast, deep, but it’s also hot to know when to ease up, put the other person on edge. Give them a taste. Back away give them a bit more, until they become addicted (or adDICKted, depending).

Good luck out there with your mouth-to-mouth make-out tease sessions. May we all kiss less like fish and more like sexy sex humans.

I hope you get to go eat a carrot today!

Happy Tits Out Tuesday.

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Tits Out Truth Bombs Tuesday: Thic, Thicc, Thick, Thicker Women

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Gaining or Losing the Bullshit?

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I Like Good Beer and My Hips Don’t Lie

I’ve always had a thick frame. Even at the thinnest I have ever been my hips stayed the same width because of my basic bone structure.

I have never been skinny. And I’ve never been fat in the classic definition of the word (fat prob if you are comparing me to models and actresses and Olympic athletes, sure).

Since I sprained my knee in March I’ve gained about 15 pounds. Granted prior to that spraining of the knee I was running 5-7 miles every other day, going to HIIT or Barre or hot Yoga on the others, so I had gotten rather buff and fit.

It’s weird now that I’ve lost it all so quickly, I’ve been contemplating for days which way I actually prefer.

I’m mostly concerned with FEELING good. Beer makes me feel good. So does running. And yes I can do both, but perhaps I do not need to either obsessively?!

People on the internet sure like to shout about body acceptance all the time. Even using the terms thic, thicc, thick, thicker etc. are a recent phenomenon in the way we speak about bodies. I’m talking specifically about the word itself and its positive connotations, whereas of course, “curvy” has been around for a while and my personal but underused favorite, “voluptuous,” which just sounds like something you’d can’t wait to take a juicy bite of.

Anyhoo. I guess I’m in this headspace battle between wanting to be one of those badass strong workout machine bitches and between wanting to be one of those beer-drinking wing-eating shit-talking thicc women. Yes, yes, it’s America, I can be both if I want to, but DO I want to is the thing?!

Mostly I want to sleep but since that doesn’t want to happen you all got to enjoy that.

Happy Tits Out Tuesday (if you haven’t watched the Youtube Video my tit finally actually pops out and I’m too lazy to edit it, so enjoy).

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