Throw Your Stones Somewhere Else...

Bdsm and fetishes in general are perfectly healthy and stimulating.
Being miserable is not.
Seeking someone you desire in your life to compliment you is quite healthy.
Expecting someone to complete you, need you and/or save you is definitely not.
Being gay is not a disease, you won't catch it.
Believing marriage is a tradition that should be upheld is awfully hypocritical. 
Everyone's entitled to their own opinion, true.
Everyone should have opinion's, false.
Love should conquer all... it's a lovely fantasy.
Love conquers all... only in theory.
Constantly asking why and constantly learning is ideal.
Rejecting the opportunity to do so unless needed is usually the case.
Inserting objects that are not meant to go in certain places, sounds like fun.
Being in the ER and having to explain what happened, not so much.
Spiders are probably more scared of us than we are than them... possibly.
We are more terrified than spiders than they are of us... DUH!!!
Dreams are a wonderful thing... absolutely.
Dreams don't come true unless you get off your ass... abso-fucking-lutely.
Ignorance is bliss... to some.
Ignorance is a disease... for many... and one of the most dangerous ones of all. 

Throw your stones somewhere else... because you negate your own beliefs with your own actions and words... and if you can't see that, that just goes to prove my own point. Ignorance is a profitable disease. Imagine what would happen if everyone just accepted people, regardless of whether or not they agreed with their choices. I will add one more thing, in case it is not understood already, I am not condoning acts that are non consensual and induce bodily harm.

Sex Goddess Kianna Dior and... ME!

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The Fed-Ex Guy is a Sick Sadistic Fucker.

This coming very me, yes I am aware. There's not much about my life that's all too regular, including my sleep patterns and habits. Yes, I have heard it all... but my brain is stubborn and doesn't respond, in fact it has started to, alarmingly enough, even work while I sleep, not just as I am trying to fall asleep, many times unsuccessfully, but while I am sleeping it comes up with complete twisted scenes and I wake up going, ooohh, that was good, I'm going to have to shoot that. Now while this seems productive, I just want some quiet time in my head while I am sleeping, but constantly get bombarded by thoughts, people I would rather not see and work... and no, I refuse to take sleeping pills, it's just not natural. I have read that highly creative people have a lot of nightmares, if that is the case, well then that's a lovely side effect because I have 3 or 4 a night with the ability to recall a fair amount of them upon waking. Anyway, back to my point... our Fed ex guys are typically very nice, but this last one a few days ago, the last time I was able to really sleep, was a complete dickhead. Now, let me explain what I deem acceptable. Take phone calls... call me once, then text me... I will respond, really, I will. There is a reason I am not picking up. Now call me twice one right after another, alright, but this is only acceptable on several terms... one, you're not sure if the first call went through, we've all been there... or two, you're a close friend or three it's an emergency... in which case, you now have carte blanche to call me to no end. Then every once in awhile you have the three time caller, in which case... it better be important, even if you are a close friend, because you are going to worry the fuck out of me, and I like my fuck right where it is, thank you very much... that or you are going to piss me off the fuck off and that just really won't be good for your health.  Now, similar rules apply to ringing my doorbell, only they now become even stricter, because, if you know where I live, do not by any means abuse the privilege. I absolutely detest unannounced visitors. There is a list of about three friends who can do so and that's where it starts and ends. If you're a neighbor... go away, most likely you want something, I'm not answering the door, leave me alone, I have done more than enough for you already, plus you have my phone number so fucking call me first. Now if the house is burning down, no worries, I have a homemade rope ladder, just call 911 and me... carte blanche...but don't knock on my door. This is not the 90s, I don't care if you have a fruit basket, a fruit pie or you're just a fruitcake, just go away, I'm busy. So now, who does that leave... fed ex, repair and utilities, etc... all of those guys, who will usually after a knock or two just leave the package or a slip/bill on your door. This newbie, fucking fucker though, did not. There I was... all curled up in bed, sleeping soundly, well almost, and there's a knock, proceeded by a shit storm of knocking... very much the way a locked out drunk loved one would at 4am, because they're kind of allowed, it's like family law. Then he rings the doorbell, not just once, but a slew of repetitive ringing as though he was pumping a dozen bullets into someone's chest. Suffice to say, I woke up, in that way you do when you know there is no way on earth you are rolling over and falling back asleep. I was not a happy camper to say the least... and I have not really slept since. So, the Fed Ex guy is one sick sadistic fucker... because clearly the main car parking spaces were empty so on top of that, he is a sick sadistic stupid fucker. The world is falling apart, Noah and his magical ark have yet to appear and guys like this still get to walk around, with jobs, ringing doorbells, waking up poor innocent girls... and me. I love it when I hear people talking about how life isn't fair, because I am not sure why they ever thought it was or would be, did they get it in writing and notified, because really, where did that idea come from. Nothing that involves humans will ever be fair, it will always be tainted, have alterior motives and be biased. Yes, when your teacher told you that she/he didn't favor some of their students, they were lying. So clearly, it is anything but... duh.

Deliciously Depraved

Many people, I find, use so many words, really without thinking first, but do not live by them. Some, because these are the things they hope to become, they wish they were, words to impress, words to hide behind... words, which can be so eloquent and expressive, but words without conviction, words without truth, are worthless words. Their own actions betray them. I value my words far too much to fake them, because essentially, that is what is being done. There is a box, a cage which we are born into... society and all of its judgements, limitations, closed off to expanding on views that have been ingrained into us. Belief without question. Faith without self love. Believing that their thoughts our their own and not realizing that they have been influenced from the day they were born and still are, in a state of conditioned thinking... told what to think, not taught how. Almost everywhere you look, you will most likely find examples in one form or another that mirrors this. We don't really want people to see all the way into the darkest parts of ourselves, because that would be bad and we would then have to then suffer the consequences... whatever they might be. People ask for the truth, but can seldom handle it. It's quite the paradox and it's quite a shame. My world, my existence is constantly reaching, seeking distance from this fantasy that we consider reality, but it's in this world that people pretend the most. Never really able to show all of themselves, even to their own friends and families. In my world this fear does not exist, the condemnation, feelings such as shame or guilt and regret. I breathe in a world that many would call a fantasy world... for that's the business I am in... is it not? No... I chose this, time and time again I choose this. I seek the truth in people, the rawness, the secrets they fear, I seek the corruption of the caged mind...the decadence and the darkness... the beauty. I want this... for I am not ashamed. I do not follow, I will not follow. I believe I am intelligent and self aware enough not to follow... it's as simple as that. I feel sometimes very much like the white swan and the black. Though, I never fear that part of me, I let it seduce me... I find it intoxicating and passionate, striving to find somewhere luscious and worthy for it to grow and extend my wings. I am undeniably devious and depraved... constantly amusing myself with my games. I am wicked in the most extraordinary ways... and when I am evil, it is exquisitely so... and much like a child I just want to play, to live by my desires and to be free... to dwell in that freedom, the existence of loving myself, of the pleasures and the pain, living down the rabbit hole, happily, might I add. To unleash myself and to release others. I want to share such bliss... if only for a time being, entering into my world... I welcome this.