i fucking hate this goddamn itchy compression garment posing as some magic underwear. i hate the zippers and the way it bends and creases right under my ribcage. i hate the sweet relief of taking it off and then having to put it right back on. i hate the feeling of it up my spine after a heavy night of sleep. i hate that the designer of this garment had the forethought to put a hole in the crotch so that even when i'm peeing i don't get to take it off.
for once, right boob is more...agitated and swollen!
i'm focusing on breast pictures today cause parker is out of town and i don't want to traumatize lorenzo by making him photograph my under-butt. parker is already weird, and back tomorrow so look forward to more photos of my bruisy undercarriage. it's alternately feeling just bruised and sore and pins and needles heat.
if things were to heal, basically as they are, on top and bottom, i'd be so much more satisfied with the result than i was last time. these breasts move around like real boobs, can be mooshed together, and have a weight that feels human. it's a vaguely familiar feeling, and i like it.
