9 Yo Tara Fucked Like A Grown Up
Pamula Harrison
In the weeks while this dance went on between my daughter and me, Laurie was a regular visitor. It was always fast. She'd sneak out of her house and come over. If I wasn't hard, she'd kneel on the living room floor and suck my cock till I was ready. I'd get a mouthful of her hard little nipples sometimes and once I got to lick that furry pussy. But Laurie wanted to be fucked, that was it. That was fine with me. She'd walk in, yank her shorts down and lean over the couch. It was fast, hard, and good. This last time, as I came in her pussy, I remembered what Tara said. We were going to get caught and Jane will fuck me like I never want to be fucked. But this pussy in front of me is sooooo good and Jane has no idea.
By the time I noticed his furry hands, his head was already wolf-like, and his muscular, furry body had grown to what looked like over six feet tall. He must have sensed my fear, and as he continued probing the depths of my pussy with his massive tongue, he looked at me with his then-golden eyes, in that ferocious wolf head, and I sensed a telepathic message from him.
I don't know. I don't have the answers to this, Tara. I've never grown a company to a $400,000 a month in revenue like you have. But I do remember hitting some of the earlier milestones with Indie Hackers; getting to profitability, getting acquired by Stripe, and realizing that pretty much all the stuff that I can do to make myself like enjoy life, I could have done before any of those milestones it's completely, at least for me, it was like completely disconnected.
And so I tried some stuff. I've tried keeping a gratitude journal, which in theory, I understand why that's like helpful. And I think it made me a better person while I was doing that, but I don't think it made me a happier person. Like I was never really looking forward to writing down like three things I was grateful for every day. I've tried other things too. Like recently, I went on a road trip, and haven't decided yet if I'm still in the middle of the road trip or if it's over.
But I remember just being excited every time I went to a new place just to eat the best meal I possibly could in that place. And I would figure out what I was going to be and what I was going to get. And I would just look forward to it all day long. And now I kind of do the same thing with work, like I figured out, okay, what am I really looking forward to every single day to working on? Let me put that at the end.
Like, I'm going to talk to Tara today. It's going to be fun. We're going to discuss like all these tweets that she's made and the whole day, I'm just looking forward to like this good thing, rather than some bad thing. And so I think that's kind of what my ideal is in terms of like work-life balance and being happy is always having stuff to look forward to, and then really having fun doing that thing once I get to it.
Yeah. There's probably not that many people talking about this, but he's number one. It's just not something people want to broadcast publicly. Like, here's how I'm spending my millions of dollars. Even if it was there just aren't that many people running a profitable SaaS business to the level that you've grown yours too. So, it sounds like you just need some rich friends to talk about this in private.
Which didn't change too much. I wonder, whose fault it is that it's become OK for one of my peers to say that she "sees me as white"? What does that mean? Normal? Like one of you? My Filipino-ness doesn't program me to like different things than you do. I've grown up with the idea that whiteness is a compliment, but now it feels like the biggest insult you could hand me. What it's saying exactly is that because I don't fit the Asian stereotypes perpetuated by the media and racism, I'm not what I inherently am.
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