You have Qs? What a coincidence… I have As!
I answer readers’ questions on feeling better, stinky feet, violent cats, preferred footwear, favored fiction, and douchey dudebros.
Sunshine, avocados, and dopamine.
Oh FFS. I don’t have clients, I don’t do “sessions,” and I don’t have stinky feet.
Clean the wound with lemon juice and apologize to the cat. Obviously, you did something to displease it.
Barefoot at the beach, around the house, and in the backyard/pool. In situations that demand shoes, I prefer wedge sandals. It’s way too hot and sandy in the subtropics for boots, and besides that, it would be a shame to hide my pretty feet.
I’m strictly a non-fiction kinda girl. But if I had to read one, I’d go Harry Potter, because… spells! DOMINANTATO FORGETTICUS!
Our situations are a bit different. I write about sex in the context of my relationship. You don’t. You tweet nekkid photos of yourself with various objects up your butt, or tit shots with the accompanying question “do you like my boobies?”
Does that mean you deserve to be harassed? Of course not. But I’m not the person to ask for advice on this sort of thing.
My only advice to you is to stop using the word “boobies.” You sound like a child. If you’re old enough to take off your clothes, shove things in your ass, and post the photos on Twitter, you’re old enough to use big girl words.