The term ‘like’ doesn’t quite do it justice for me. I love everything about wearing a bra - the lace and decorative ribbons or bows, straps digging into soft shoulders, the elastic wings encircling my chest, the weight and silhouette of the inserts, the natural feminine ease with which I am able to fasten and unfasten the hook-and-eye closure clasp. A routine, everyday item for a woman - but one that is defining for a sissy.

Even if you feel like you have only survived this year, it’s still a hell of an accomplishment. I’m glad you made it through the end. I hope the next year will be kinder, softer, and that you’ll get to do more than survive. I hope you live the life you wish to live, I hope you thrive, and find some peaceful stability. I’m proud of you for surviving everything you faced this year. It’s not an easy thing to do, sometimes all our energy goes to trying to survive and we might feel like we haven’t had time to do what we actually wanted to, and that’s incredibly unfair. But it doesn’t mean you didn’t do anything important this year, because surviving isn’t a waste of time, it is an achievement to manage so many problems. It’s good that you tried to cope with what life threw at you. These things brought you here, and I’m proud of you. I hope next year will be better for us 🩵

I bend softly to melancholia / fleeting as / January is / [...] tilting & slowly the mists of / [...] old longing vanishes -

The Little Things

100 Tiny Things

And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been.

Closer towards January's uropygium - My love is both estranged & endangered

Acacia in her fragrance / somewhere I wish to lay amongst her rotting leaves / drenched in dejection with January's departure / incompetent & impotent ending to another erratic month / February: just bring me nothing / I expect it -