For a little longer, or until I can get a new computer. Depends. I’ll try to get back to posting within the week, but we’ll see what direction life wants to take me this time.

Feeling almost back to myself after the fire, minus one sex drive. Still in trauma, but I don’t find porn disgusting like I did the first few weeks after. Have developed a bit of an affinity for romantic sex instead of just fucking, but it could fade with time. Hoping to get back to posting here and on my other blogs soon. Thanks for the patience, followers, and to those of you who offered your support through all of this.

Seeing as how I’m a trauma victim right now, no. I’m really not ANY kind of slut right now.

Instead of being the one broken.

Thank you, random Internet friend.

Nope. Get your house burned down by someone you love. Then have their mother tell you that it was your best friend/housemate, who’s three cats were trapped inside the house, that is really framing him, regardless of the taped confrssion and the signed confessions of THREE people. Then tell me hoe okay you are.

Not being a wench here. But that’s about my loge right now.

Will this ever end?

Thanks.

Once I’m done with dealing with cunt mothers, I should be fine.

Just got awful news.
Not explaining.
Won’t be around again.