I often think I was born a deviant.  As a kid I never made sense to other kids, I was good at coming up with crazy schemes that got me into trouble, and even when I tried, I never quite managed to look like everyone else.

As a grown up that turned into being told that I “think outside the box”.  While seen as a strength at my day job, it’s also the anthem of my life.  As an anarchist, vegan, artist, and kinkster.  I love the way I am, and I never want it to change.

On BDSM, when I was growing up it was just around.  My best friend in high school would buy cat ‘o nine tails on our shopping trips, I got a vibrator and a trip to the kink club as a graduation present.  My first committed relationships had strong BDSM elements, and to me it was just a really good night if it ended with me bruised and bleeding.

It took me awhile to learn that not everyone thought that way.  Marriage took me mainstream, and then divorce brought me back to kink.  Indeed I learned that I wasn’t happy without it.  Now I’m more involved in the local scene then ever.  I’m an active participant in the TNG movement, regularly attend events, and host a few of my own.

My primary dynamic is switch/switch, we live it 24/7.  Biting, pinching, hitting, slapping, insulting and mocking are routine.  I’m a well practiced masochist and submissive, and occasionally co-dominate in scenes with friends.

I’m also “artsy”.  I’ve been fire performing for 5+ years with staffs, torches, and fans.  I’m no pro, but on occasion perform at events.  I’m also a model, graphic, designer and writer.  By day I’m a masters level psychotherpaist with plans to move on to do doctoral work.

This place is like the bastard child of all of my interests.  Interwoven with my personal story of recovering from trauma, thoughts on spirituality, and tales from this beautiful life I now lead.