Continuing on the idea of the last post, I'm going to talk about something else that probably fits the preferred option for society, that makes me feel more odd given the world I live in. Even while I went back to school, there were some things that the girls I was with just spoke openly about with their preferences and experiences. We all joked, and laughed, and added our input, and then when it came to be my turn, I was accused of lying. I was given the prodding of "not having to hide anything" and "not to be ashamed". But like with everything else, I was telling the truth, and they just couldn't seem to comprehend it. The topic of conversation: Masturbation. Why was I accused of lying? Well, because I don't masturbate. At all. Sure, I poked around a couple times in my early teens, figuring out my own anatomy, and wondering what the fuck boys were so interested in. I got bored in a few minutes each time, and stopped bothering. Since then
My life is such an odd and surreal rollercoaster of kink, mischief, body modification and wonderment. Read along, and see the new pages of the journey that is my life, with all the sex, trouble, friends, family, pain, and adventure.