One day my parents get home and I help them bring in some rocking chairs that need to be assembled. They're going to be put together in the house, and then put on the front porch, my mom having finally decided on what she wanted. The old man asks me about something he doesn't know about, then starts yelling at me when I go to explain it, because apparently I'm wrong, even though he didn't know to start. I went upstairs afterward, and thought about it. I thought about how different my relationship now is with Rabbit. How we listen and care, making sure to respond rather than react. We learn from each other, both with the questions we ask, and as well how to respond to issues. There's a part of my mind that's constantly yelling because of it. That love and a relationship can't be this peaceful. Something this healthy and considerate must be a trick. It tells me that I should run, before I'm torn apart, abused in pieces like...
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.