A couple weeks ago, I was having a conversation with my mother. About how I tend to not really wear perfumes, because Lux has no sense of smell, and I don't really care for them. That I don't make any decisions on my appearance for how other people feel about them, but for me. My mother scoffed at it, and responded as though that made me an asshole. Mind you, I very rarely look like a shlub. I'm always clean, and groomed, and like to keep up with myself, as well as wear clean clothing. But I wouldn't make anywhere near the decisions about my appearance that I do if I was so worried about other people. I wouldn't dress anywhere near the same, because as is, I am constantly stared at, put down, and treated like I'm a freak. I would just be trying to fit in to fashion, and have no sense of self expression, too afraid to do something outside of what society deems as appropriate. I wouldn't have my tattoos, or piercings, or wear the jewelry...
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.