MEMBER SINCE: January 2010
occupation: survivalist, lover, engineer
i lost my virginity: I haven't the faintest recollection...it was THAT unmemorable.....
sign: middle finger
body mods: tattoos
heroes: myself....fuck emulating or admiring anyone else...
most humbling moment: all of High School
makes me happy: being kissed long and hard, root beer, Karma, platform knee-high boots, furry slippers, hot cocoa, having enough money to pay my bills, chocolate, butterflies
into: Italians, pin-ups, harpsichords, red heads, shower sex, European artsy porn, corsets, intelligence, the Mediterranean, nude beaches, waterfalls, cemeteries, satin gloves, chocolate, espresso, Opera, Italy, international travel, live music
fantasy: to live, fuck like a maniac, and work in Italy, preferably with my Italian Muse that I am totally crazy over...
crush: Italian man who is currently not available... sigh
makes me sad: Those damn ASPCA commercials on TV that are playing that Willie Nelson song, "You were always on my mind." , NOT being in Italy....
There are days when I need to be left alone...because I know that if someone even looks at me just so I am going to snap on them. But maybe I need to start being more honest with my raw feelings, and doing just that. Then maybe people will begin to realize I am not their fucking doormat.
But I know that lashing back, (even if it rightfully deserved) is only going to make me feel like an asshole later. So I just continue to bite my tongue, and smile. Bury my true feelings. Avoid confrontation and conflict.
Who knows though...on the horizon my "balls" just may reveal themselves and I will retaliate....
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