I've had to speak about my pain tolerance to people a lot lately. Either explaining it to people, or others discovering it, and talking about all the little ins and outs of being able to take a beating like I can. When I first tell people how high my pain tolerance is, they usually wind up asking first if I have to be careful of permanent damage before my brain tells me something is hurting. They just think that I go from zero to broken bones. And, I mean, for some people, the amount that I take and shrug off may honestly be enough to do near permanent damage to others I do a lot of listening to my body though. Whether it's pain, or just little changes in my system. I know when I ovulate, and can usually tell exactly when my period will start well before it does. I know early on when I'm dehydrated, and what my body needs to run properly. I pay very close attention to when my body is telling me something is wrong, and when something is just an irritation. And,
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.