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I feel like right now 80% of my issues would be fixed by a hot older woman braiding my hair.

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A hundred!!

I cannot believe a hundred of you saw this blog, read whatever rambling was posted, and decided you like it enough to follow. Thank you so much!

I know I haven't been expressive of my appreciation so allow me to convey it along in this post. Every reblog and comment has me giddy and terribly amazed that you all found my things adequate to do those things. Special mention to tumblr users weemssapphic, a-queen-and-her-throne, alder-saan, sapphicsbeloved, yourlocaldisneyvillain, dianneking, redheadcompanionnumber1, along with others (I don't want to mention any of you because I'm shy. Also, some of you are writers who I truly adore and I still can't believe it whenever I see any of you in my notifications) because reading your thoughts always brightens up my day!!!

As a thank you, if anyone would like to send in a request with any of these prompts, send away and I'll do my best for a drabble! Just specify who will be the doer and the receiver. If you have a premise or plot in mind, don't hesitate to include it and I'll do my best to accommodate :)

#thank you 🥺 #truly appreciated

[dianneking]

Okay this is random HOWEVER I got a couple of new binders and they arrived today in the mail and!!!

The package!!!

Is just the cutest!!!

Like, A WAX SEAL? AND A FREE STICKER?

I am swooning here.

(btw if anyone's wondering, it's from Phoenix Turnout and I wish I was cool enough to have a brand deal with them but no, I just bought it and I am excited)

#dianneking rambles #chest binder #packages #phoenix turnout binder

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OKAY BUT WHY AM I LEARNING ONLY NOW THAT BOO'S NAME (from the Mario franchise) when alive was THERESA????

THERESA?

Now in my head this

Is the new form of this

#dianneking rambles #king boo #boo (mario franchise) #theresa #our friend #also i love the gender neutrality of king

[dianneking]

Sooo, dear Tumblr, hear me out. I think my boss is trying to sugar mommy me (?)

Lemme present my evidence:

-She mentioned multiple times how her husband is now living in their summer home five hours of driving away and she's been living all alone.

- Our customers often bring her presents (mainly food) and we'd usually split them, but lately she's giving them all to me "so you'll think of me while you enjoy it."

- Last week she had an issue with her car, so I chauffeured her around for a day and she kept telling me that she'll "have to invite me for lunch at her place to thank me properly".

- And, cherry on the top, today she kinda brought me grocery shopping with her? Like we had to go someplace together for work and she was like "Oh, I need to drop by the supermarket real quick." And so I found myself there carrying her grocery bags and helping her to find baking powder like a Very Good Kid™ because I am a courteous human being, and the cashier is giving us a weird look (because he knows she's my boss) and my boss is like "If they keep being so nice to me, I'll have to keep *Name* as my assistant outside of work as well...I'm already addicted to their help."

So yeah. That is what happened Your Honor.

Is this some level of fruity or am I seeing things?

EDIT: There's some updates, check this out

#Oh I'm sorry did you come to my tumblr for quality content? #dianneking #dianneking rambles #Sugar mommy attempts #Excuse me you're married #Tumblr dating advice #Tumblr court of law #Fruity #sugar mommy boss saga

[dianneking]

To anyone asking where my gender chaos comes from: I was socialized as female, but these were my role models/fave movies growing up:

Dame Julie Andrews in Victor Victoria - 1982

Katherine Hepburn in Sylvia Scarlett - 1935

Also, I am queer AF

#dianneking #dianneking rambles #Gender chaos #queerness #I might have been a weird kid #But then I became a weird adult so all is well #victor victoria #Victor Victoria 1982 #sylvia scarlett #Katherine Hepburn #dame julie andrews #Gender envy #gender? i hardly know her

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Sugar Mommy Boss...dinner date?

Soooo I kinda sorta am going out for dinner with my (not) sugar mommy boss tomorrow.

Whoops?

(if you've missed all of the saga, you can find it all here)

We're now working next door to each other (see more about it in this post here) and since we both finish late on Thursdays...well...she mentioned wanting to try out a new restaurant and I might've impulsively suggested that we go there to try it out together. I have nothing to say in my defense other than the fact it's spring, and I already feel the Pride vibes in the air (and you know what pride season makes me do).

Anyway, the last thing I want to add is that the temptation to dress like a complete fuckboi is currently very very strong.

#sugar mommy boss saga #dianneking writes #dianneking rambles #sugar mommy boss

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Sugar Mommy Boss - The Return

Okay, I am not sure if there's anyone among my moots who still remembers, but I had a post series last year about my older boss lady who toed the line of sugar mommying me without ever crossing it.

You can find the post that started it all here... give it a read, it's a fun little series.

Well, the point is that even if it sounded like fanfiction, it was real life, and as real life often does, it ended up bringing nowhere - my time working for my boss ended, we went our separate ways, we tried to go out for dinner together, life messed up our plans, then I had a temporary contract with someone else and didn't see her for a while.

But another thing that things tend to do in life is to return at the most unexpected of times, so there I am, six months later, starting a new job, and who just so happens to work right next door? Well, if it isn't the good ol' not-quite-sugar-mommy-boss who's not my boss anymore!

For now, we didn't have much time to interact cause we both were extremely busy, but hey- I mean...I thought I might revive this series in the hopes of possible updates on the subject, who knows, we might get a season two!

#sugar mommy boss series #dianneking writes #dragonmist writes #dianneking rambles #scheduled #sugar mommy boss saga

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I have joined, as one does, a queer dance group (the non-professional kind). The plan is to work on choreography to bring both to the Mardi gras / carnival parade and to the pride parade next year.

Today, first day of rehearsal, there were five of us:

- me

- the choreographer, a Colombian drag queen

- an old lady of unfathomable age (around maybe 50yo?) whose day job is being a professional clown

- a design student from Slovakia with neon pink long hair and a multitude of piercing

- a 40yo platinum blonde twink masseur with a beer belly

...

I think I've finally found my people.

#dianneking rambles #the dancing misfits #I am so hoping this will become a series #but only time will tell

[dianneking]

Thank you for all the love on my fic and in my ask box! I'll be answering to all the loving messages later in the day 💜

Today I'm the proud thaddy of a master's degree graduate

(pardon the oven photo, this holiday is cursed with the lack of good mirrors)

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On being a shapeshifter for safety reasons

(at least that's what I call myself)

TW: mentions of judging people based on appearance, hate crimes, catcalling, fluidity in gender expression, social disparity, privilege.

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What do you mean people don't shift depending on what the occasion calls for?

Oh this is not judging people for their looks. That's about letting people prejudice manipulate them for me so that I can be safer or be left alone, or to avoid that my very existence gets questioned.

Imagine I have to take a train, okay? First of all I want to be comfy but apart from that, I need to take other things into account.

Is it a day train? I can present as either masc or femme, no big deal there. But if it is a night train, you can bet my binder will be on and my face will be frowny and I'll pull my cap lower to hide my features better. I'll put my earphones on but without any music. I'll walk fast to a seat and don't look around. Nothing to see here. Just another guy traveling. Not worth a second glance.

Is it an expensive train? I don't want the ticket inspector to check my id three times so I'll put on a button up and a blazer and maybe even put make up on. I'll look like a businesswoman who could own his ass and sue it to the moon if he so much as tries to get a word in. Safer to look expensive, just like all the other expensively travellers.

But if I am taking a cheap train, the train where people sleep because their working shifts have worn them out, the trains that smell of unrest and injustice and resentment against the people in power, then it's gonna be a baggy t-shirt for me and worn sneakers and I'll let my tired face show too.

Blending in, staying safe. 

Is this sad? Maybe. Maybe I should be fighting to be able to express myself regardless of setting. But the reality is, I don't want my face in the news.

You see it way too often. The violence against someone that could be me. AFAB, queer, young, different. Someone deciding your existence is a threat, or that you owe them something. A smile. A chat. More. *Shudder* 

I am already extremely privileged and I know that. Not everyone can do this. Not everyone can shift. The color of my skin helps me. The fact that I can to a point blend into the surroundings helps me. The fact that I live in a generally safe country is a privilege. I acknowledge it and I am grateful for it. 

I love shifting. I love to be able to change. I wouldn't (pardon the pun) change anything about it. But sometimes I wish I could do it only out of pleasure and not out of fear.

All of these are me and I am all of these and much more.

#dianneking rambles #this...took a turn #whoops #it was supposed to be lighter #genderfluid #tw hate #tw hate crimes #catcalling #shapeshifter

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Well hello. Time for a (?) Sugar Mommy Boss update. (If you notice that they seem to happen a lot on Thursdays, you are not wrong. That's because Thursdays are helldays and we usually spend ten to twelve hours in close contact, so well, usually she'll say or do something update-worthy 😆)

Today was a day of contradictions. She was really touchy-feely, never in an inappropriate way, but more in my space than usual: a hand on my back while we were entering a room together, brushing against me when she had to get something from a shelf behind me, putting a hand on my arm laughing at something I'd said... In one occasion she had forgotten an object so I handed it to her, and instead of plucking it from my hand she wrapped her hand around mine (effectively trapping said object within it), I looked at her like "wtf" and she went all serious and said "I'm not sure what I'll do without you come September (when she won't be my boss anymore) - you'll have to call me every day just to remind me to do things" and then she let go of my hand, got the object and went on doing her thing. Right. So by the end of the work day, she drives me back to my car, and just as I am about to get out she puts a hand on my thigh. "Oh, and about tomorrow, we're gonna do just half a day in the end, I moved the other stuff because I have something to do for lunch." "Okay" I say, kinda preoccupied because her hand is still on my mf thigh (!) "Oh yes!" She removes the hand "My husband is in town, you know? So we're taking this opportunity to reconnect over lunch!"

The decrepit husband who was exiled for months or more in the house in the country is back, people, and she pulled him out like an ace from her sleeve after a day of affectionate little touches.

I am as perplexed as you are.

#dianneking #sugar mommy boss saga #dianneking writes #dianneking rambles #the plot thickens #or maybe not #idk anymore #XD

[dianneking]

The feeling of power that stacking multiple rings on my fingers gives me is astounding.

#dianneking #Personal #dianneking rambles #sapphic culture #Sapphic #Queer #rings

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Getting Mothered - a Sugar Mommy Boss Update

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Today's really hot and humid. Generally speaking I do love the heat of summer, I can usually withstand it pretty well and feel alive in it.

Not today.

Today my blood pressure is as low as it gets, I am feeling already sluggish in the morning, and by the time midday rolls around it feels like I'm moving around in thick syrup.

"Are you alright?" asks the boss lady. I nod. There's still a lot to do, and I've already drank water and ate a snack, not much else I can do. I'm in energy-saving mode and even talking needs to be rationed.

(I did not, in fact, fall asleep - no way I’d be able to relax enough for that - but that was a very kind thought. Also, she did not pounce me when she had the golden occasion to. That was also nice.)

By the time we finish all the work for the morning, I feel like my head is completely empty of thought.

"Do you want to go home for lunch?" She asks, and I shake my head stupidly. It's a 45 minute drive to my place, and the same to get back, and we've already finished late, there's no way it would fit into my lunch break without starting way too late in the afternoon. Also, even in my current state (and precisely because of that) I would not dare to put myself in the car. My reflexes are probably non-existent at the moment, thank you, brain fog.

Safety first and all of that. She looks at me. I blink back. She sighs.

"Come with me." I follow her to her door, and into her house. By now, I've been invited here enough times to be somewhat familiar with her kitchen. "Sit." I sit.

The cynical part of me tells me that if she were to try something right now, I'd probably not have the strength to do anything about it.

"Drink."

A bottle of electrolyte water hovers in front of my face. "Seriously. You should be able to take care of yourself by now. Aren't you from the plains? You should be used to even worse heat waves than what we get up here."

I shrug and chug down the drink as she clucks at me like a mother hen, not requiring real answers from me. Once I've finished it she already has another one ready for me. She putters around in the kitchen as I drink the second bottle more slowly, starting to feel the semblance of rational thought back in my brain.

"Can you stand without falling down like an overripe pear?"

"I'll manage"

"Go outside to sit on the covered terrace, it's nice and breezy even in the summer - but don't you dare faint on the way there"

"Duly noted"

She was right, the terrace is refreshingly swept by whatever airflow the mountains grant us today. She has a leather couch off to the side and when I sink into it it's the most heavenly spot I could dream of.

"Here. Eat up." She shoves a bowl of cut fruit into my hands, and sets a basket of bread nearby. "I'm going to catch up with emails. You stay here and recover."

"I can also..."

"Don't you even try that. Stay here. Eat. Rest."

I thank her, and she waves it away, already on the way back inside.

"Oh, and if you fall asleep, I'm not going to wake you up. Just give me a call when you wake up and we'll see about work."

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[dianneking]

Replaying videogames you've already played is like having dejavus from past lives - Oh I remember this place!I died horribly in it at least a couple of times!

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Kudos to the lady (A) trying to hit on my demi partner (B) for her sheer determination in the face of utter obliviousness.

(context - they know each other from work but have only met in person once)

A: I'm coming to your town for a concert on that one Saturday in July, wanna grab a coffee?

B: I'll be returning that same day from my holidays, not sure about the timings

A: It would be in the late afternoon anyway, and I can come closer to your area, so you wouldn't have to move around too much anymore

B: Oh okay then

A: Perfect, see you on Saturday! Can't wait to see you in person again.

(then, on Thursday)

A: Hey, I have an extra ticket for the concert, would you like to come along?

B: That's one of the most sold out concerts this summer, how did you get an extra ticket?

A: Oh uhm a friend of mine meant to come with but had to cancel, and I thought of you 😉

My partner reads these texts aloud to me, puzzled

"I still don't get why she's not trying to resell the ticket though."

"She's hitting on you, sweetie."

"No way! Why would you think so?" rereads the texts "Wait. Was she hitting on me all along?"

🤦

*Bonus: head hidden in my lap, words muffled "Why do people have to be so complicated?"*

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