A few months ago I talked about kitty. My best friend through many of my formative years, who held my hand, and I held his, until he chose to side with a girl he was with, in an attempt to stubborn through and make a relationship succeed after his failed marriage. Well, they broke up, he has realized that he is not meant for stubborning his way through monogamy for the picket fence dream, and has found partners who are more accepting of him, and the past we have. And yes, that means he has started talking to me again. We've caught up just enough to be up to speed on current goings on, but it's like we were never really gone. Do I even need to mention how fantastic this is? It only took him five minutes to say how much he missed talking with me, and how much better he feels after contacting me. So, now for the super sappy crap that probably no one will feel like reading. I don't believe in "true" love. I don't believe in love at first sight. I do beli
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.