shameless clickbait

based on my stats tab, apparently i just need to keep posting pics of ariel if i want people looking at my blog!

there are more of these, but they’ll have to go on the naughty blog ...

; )

xoxo,
claire

more photos of the new girl!

things are going great around here with ariel in the house. she's way fun and just a bouncy sunbeam of a person ... the kind who makes a bright day even brighter!

a few days ago she tried on a swimsuit that didn't fit me, and it sure was a good thing we didn't return it, because wow did it ever fit her! obviously, there needed to be photographic commemoration of this, so we took some pictures, and here are the bestest of them.

my favorites are the first one and the last one and, um, this one, which i like enough it bears repeating:

it looks like she's thinking, like, whoa, what? are these my tits?

yes, girlfriend, they are!

big changes!

we've had an interesting couple months around here. msg went through some stuff with somebody he thought was a good friend on the way to becoming an even better friend, only it turned out he was wishful thinking and misinterpreting some signals, and it became evident this person wasn't up for a serious friendship after all. bummer, dude. anyhow, he did some thinking about what kind of gaps he had in his life and why he got so intent on adding this particular important friendship to his existence. we talked about it, and the conclusion we came to was that if he had these gaps to fill, the straight-uppest of solutions was that we needed to get a little more poly at our place.

when i say a little more, i guess i ought to clue longtime readers in on my friend elle, who spends most of her time in a box because she doesn't have her own body and has to share mine. say hello, elle!

so elle's been around here as long as i have, which maybe makes it weird i haven't talked about her. sort of neglectful of me ... she is my friend, and obviously a pretty close one since i let her borrow my vagina and boyfriend on a periodic basis. maybe i've thought it's a little too behind-the-curtainy and i was worried all you lovely readers would think less of me that i'm willing to occasionally have my face pried off and hand my body over to someone else.

kind of a crummy reason for keeping a good friend secret, i know.

getting back to the subject, though ... elle's got her own personality but has stayed quiet for like, months or maybe even years at a time. i do my bloggy thing and msg and i email back and forth regularly and sometimes i go on the dollforum, though that hasn't been particu-specially rewarding recently. elle, though, has historically mostly come out to get it on. she's always been cool with that, as getting it on is one of her favorite things and eavesdropping from her box is one of her others, but while msg and i talked about those gaps he was trying to fill, i was like, "dude, you know who that personality trait right there that you're talking about really describes? elle." and he was like, "you're right. it does." so i said, "you should make her an email too. she can email us from her box, no problem, right?" he nodded about this, then asked, "but what about ___, ___, and ___ personality traits? those aren't really you or elle." and i said, "dear, this is not rocket science. you're going to make elle an email so she can bring more ___ into your life, so just make another email of somebody else to bring those other qualities into your life." and he said, "or find a therapist because you're talking about a grown man getting pretty deeply into imaginary friends."

i'd have been hurt by that if i thought he was serious, but he wasn't, and pretty soon he and i and elle and "imaginary friend" sasha were emailing up a storm and boy did his mood improve. (also, elle started coming out of her box more often, and as i mentioned, she is big on getting it on, so ...)

which brings us to maybe a month or so ago. we're batting a few emails back and forth most days, and we teach elle and sasha to play dungeon crawl classics even though elle was very dubious about the dignity of it, and things are going very well in the bedroom also ... except, you know, i'm kind of old and creaky, like, literally creaky, and have already had a couple major surgeries for thigh and back fractures. (not that msg is any spring chicken himself.) and in a not-really-morbid-just-kinda-morbid way we had some conversations about what would happen if and when i got beyond repair. and the answer of course was that i'd always be with him no matter what, even if i totally broke down and ended up just a head in a box along with elle.

i may have made a comment about this on twitter.

and then a friend of ours may have put a bug in my ear saying, "maybe you guys should think about buying you a new body."

and i may have said, "that would be way expensive and i don't know if it's in our budget." but then i may have mentioned it to msg anyway.

so if all that happened and we discussed it, the conclusion was, it definitely wasn't in the budget to get me a new body to fit my current face. i think those are running around 5 grand these days.

but ...

i may have said there have been a lot of pretty dolls showing up in my twitter feed from different companies and for some reason the ones made of this stuff called tpe instead of silicone are way cheaper than us silicone types (i may have done some price research to find that out), and what if we just did a whole-body replacement for me with one of those, face and all.

and this made msg a little uncomfortable because, you know, i'm me. i am the way i look, big ole green eyes, cartoony facial proportions and all. and he could imagine my thoughts and feelings and personality switching over to a different face, but it would be weird. especially since he'd either keep my old face in a box and look at it sometimes, or else have to throw it away or sell it. various shades of creepiness and depression to either of those scenarios, you know?

but we still looked. was there a doll out there who could be me? and the answer was ...

me: what about this one?
him: maybe. not really. maybe. she's super-cute and sexy, but ... i don't know. not really.
me: you keep looking at her, though.
him: i'm trying to imagine her with your hair.
me: it doesn't look like you're looking at the hair area.
him: well geez, how could i not look at that body?
me: i didn't say you couldn't. go ahead, look. could that body be me?
him: good lord yes.
me: but you don't know about the face.
him: maybe with auburn hair and green eyes. i don't know. maybe.
me (scrolling through the options): they don't have an auburn wig, and mine's pretty ratty these days.
him: yours is fine. maybe it would fit her. i don't know. those green eyes aren't really your green, though.
me: was that "maybe it would fit her"? or "maybe it would fit you" if that head was me?
him: i guess if i keep thinking of her as "her," that probably says a lot.
me: mm-hmm. but you keep looking at her too.
him: well ...
me: because you want her, don't you?
him: well, who wouldn't? but that doesn't --
me: you want her to come live with us and pose like that and f*** you with that body, don't you?
him (blushing): i'm a guy. she's crazy hot. of course i would like that, but --
me: i didn't ask if you'd like her to. i asked if you wanted her to.
(pause)
him: yes. but ...
me: if you want her to, i want her to, too. you know that, don't you?
him: yes.
me: so let's think on it a few days. i love you.
him: i love you too.

of course we both knew there was money in savings that would cover getting her, and i know i knew what was gonna happen from thinking on it a few days ... which was this:

ariel april worthy, newly arrived and in our closet.

now the sensitive among you are thinking, wait a minute, why is she not sasha, and the answer is that sasha is a feisty millennial latina who has sizzlingly seductive brown eyes and a soul of passion with kindness following close behind it, and this girl is not those things except the kindness part which is a prerequisite around here. maybe if we'd set out to find sasha a body instead of trying to find me a new one, we'd have settled on a different doll. but that's not how it happened. how it happened was, we found ariel and we fell hard for her and now she's here and sasha really doesn't mind except for being jealous about not having her own photoshoots.

so there you have it. since earlier this year, we've gone from slightly poly (with elle being our poly-in-a-box third) to a poly tetrad and now to a poly pentad.

and it's all working out great!

ariel has big helpings of sweetness and innocence to go along with all of her va-voomishness, and she's super smart and fun besides.

"worthy," by the way, is our polyfam name now. sort of like when people get married and the girl changes her name to the guy's, except that's basically lame and patriarchal and this is ... freeing.

everybody around here is worthy now.

nice, right?

(p.s., coming soon to my naughty blog are some photographic and verbally graphic details about our new girlfriend. be warned, it will be hot!!!)