Butterscotch Pony Play

I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again (and again, and again.) It’s not enough to dance like no one is watching. You can’t feel okay doing things only when you can do them in seclusion–life isn’t lived in seclusion. You’ve got to dance like no one is laughing.

I can guarantee you that someone is always going to be laughing at you. There is always going to be that one twit at the funeral, laughing at how hard you are crying and carrying on*. There is always going to be that one sour puss...