Today marks six years since I kicked out the gnome. Not even on the day I had planned, but when he tried to pull his manipulative bullshit so close to when I had planned it for, that I pulled the trigger early. So often, my needs and words were ignored. Even when I was so depressed and my stress levels were so high that I had vertigo that left me unable to turn my head without nearly collapsing (but still taking care of an infant despite this) and told him that I had started having suicidal thoughts, I was ignored, and instead he shoved at me that I made him want to kill himself suddenly. Trying to weaponize my thoughts, and wanting to be treated like a human. Everything I would tell him would be ignored. Everything I said was a problem, and would be shoved down so hard with a big dose of poison and attacks. I wasn't allowed to have a voice. And then, six years ago, I was done. Done having that poison shoved down my throat to shut me up. Done being forced into silence.
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.