Generally, I'm not a fan of Valentine's day. I find it to be a hokey, false feeling idea that just puts unnecessary pressure, or a superficial mask on relationships. The expectation or gifts and recognition and gestures and everything creates this competition, and often is the one day a shitty relationship seems to be decent. I'm also not a fan of grand romantic gestures, as I think they usually feel empty though. It's the little things people do that make me feel the most loved and cared for. Just thinking of me is enough to make me happy most of the time. There's also the obligation to show affection on the same day that everyone else does. Showing partners you care should be a regular thing, as well as with any loved one. In fact, those displays of care mean more on a random day when nothing prompts it more than simply thinking of them. However, as someone who enjoys showing little affectionate gestures constantly, this time of year does lend to it. I
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