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Look up my name, BL00DLUST, on FL.
BL00DLUST:
I do have AIM and Yahoo...feel free to ask.
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I don't know if I am going to continue to peruse this site. I don't know if I am going to continue to be in the locale that I am in. Fuck Vegas...I think I am going to Wisconsin?! |
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If I am going to be rather uncomfortable, physically, I am going to look my best no matter what. Last night, I was dressed almost head to toe in black and red, leather knee high boots, leather pants, a studded belt with leg shackles sinched on, a mesh undershirt covered by the Psycho jacket with the padlocks running up the front, red fishnet arm stockings, and over everything, my patented leather trenchcoat, topped off with slutty lipstick, eyeliner and black eyeshadow. Call the outfit empowering, as when looking at a man standing six foot three in real, tight leather, one seems to notice the dark figure sitting in a wooden chair looking suspiciously like an electrified sitting device. My ink means something to me. From the admittedly crappy cougar to the amazing vampire girl, they all have meaning and they are mine...and no one can take them away from me. Some are in memorium, one depicts my idea of my perfect mate, and some are just art pieces that remind me of a time in life. One however, sticks out in my mind, especially this time of year. It wasn't hard for me to choose to get the Reaper with a Dali clock, and I recall moments before I actually got it inked forever, learning that my ex had lost her baby. I hadn't said anything about that until now, but, I never felt bad about the coincidence of it. I was extremely happy to find out that she couldn't bring offspring to fruition, and I felt justified as to what she did to me. Let the piece stand for something in everyone's life. I accept and understand death. Do you?
It's very empowering to have two women at your feet, sitting there, waiting for your next move as so they may react, staring at the metal plates on my boots. When I stand, they stand; when I sit, they sit. Last night, I stood, rasied my arms perpendicular, and someone removed my coat. I did it again, and my arms and body were covered once more. That not only shows what role I command, but it also shows some sort of worth. Someone has to be willing to act upon my wishes, which obviously shows some want or respect. On any given day, throughout the latest part of life I can remember, this was something I was lacking in extremity. I understand that the vibe you give out to people is really what can make or break you. I am forcing myself to build my confidence.I will prevail; I always do. I know exactly what I desire, much more in depth than I thought I wanted. I don't think I want to be loved, I think my terminology might need a refurbishment. I've heard I love you from too many people, whether through speech or through actions. I had someone, in the past, who would grab onto me and hold me, for fear I would leave. She then ran off and threw me in the mud like she had so many times before. My mistake: she asked me to stay, numerous times and I obliged. I should have kept with my plan from day one, but I didn't. I won't let that happen again. If you want me to stay, you had better have a good case mounted against my decision to vanish. I am too good, to valuable, to follow someone's unreasonable requests. I am not the lost little puppy people once thought of me as...I am now the big dog with the bigger teeth.
I have come to realize that more often than not, I am percieved as a threat, mainly to other gentleman. I take good care of my female counterparts, not for any underlying reason, but I am that protector and I can actually be a rather kindhearted gentleman, mainly when they are sincere and aren't trying to wittle me down into a pile of nothing and dispair. |
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I think I need to make something perfectly clear to many women out there. Apparently, some have this mentality that I am either too: a) pathetic b) horny or c) stupid, that I will actually shell out money to see them in the nude on their webcams, in person, or to perform sexual acts live. I have never and will never directly pay outright for any sexual act. I don't care how good you say it will be, or how many of your "friends" you can bring along. I do just fine on the salary I am making, and I don't feel the need to waste it frivolously on something I can get, quality, for free.
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Mistress, Age:
20 |
Oklahoma City,
Kentucky |
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