Last Tuesday, as Lux went to take a shower before his first meeting, I went to really wake up. Went to the kitchen, and grabbed some small breakfast. Refilled my coffee, and grabbed my phone to scroll through bits of social media. As I scrolled through, I saw a post about a group of friends not having been together in too long. It was written in a worrying way, so I went to look, and found that the night before they had committed suicide. One of the people who had first taught me to play D&D, someone in the group that would cause me to meet Kitty, and likely down the line lead my life to where it is, in so many ways. I took a moment to process that. Because even though we didn't talk for a while, he was still someone who had had space in my life at one point. And as I went back to my feed, I immediately saw something saying that it was two years since the loss of another friend. Someone who had been newer to my life, but was genuinely good. I had found out about hi
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.