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TattooedGypsy

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Bonjour! I’ve actually had a few profiles on here over the years, never really did anything with them. But given I’ve turned a few other people onto this site, I figured I’d put one back up. If for nothing else to have another blog-like thing on the internet.

So everyone is clear, I am married, and happily so. It only took me thirteen years to realize what I sought so feverishly was already in my life. But now all my searching, and lonely nights are over, the dawn has come to my season of darkness. Chris is everything I could ask for. Loving, caring, accepting, and he backs my every play. Even the ones he might question. As I said we’ve known each other for 13 years, which when you think about it is a long time for any man to continually beat down the door of one woman. He’s seen me at my worst, as well as my best, and he’s never stopped loving me, and standing by me, even when no one else would. So for that I follow him, and only him.

Together we have two beautiful boys, age four and seven months. The two of them are the reasons why Chris and I fight as hard as we do. To provided a loving, caring, safe home that was denied to the both of us. Which is maybe why we came to have the fetishes we do. But I’m not 100% sure on that. Because, honestly, who knows why one likes one thing over the other…

Let’s see, who are you? (As in me) I’m 27, born February Second, so that makes me an Aquarius. I am an artist. Currently using the human body to show off my creations. I’m just about everywhere on the internet, but always under different names. I’m just as unique as everyone else, having my own set of curves, and detours. The fun part is learning the course.

I appreciate all forms and walks of life, love, sex, music, and culture. Though my passion is rock, leather, and chains. I have, like most tattoo artists, lived just about everywhere, and I don’t really fit in anywhere. Which is where the tag name comes from; Gypsy.

Just because I’ve labeled myself here as a “submissive” does not mean I am a twenty four hour sub. I have never been one of those, nor have I seen the pleasure in being one. Not that I feel that, that it’s a bad thing, just not for me. In face, I’m more of a switch, (just changed that for all of you) I find that in my walking life I am very dominate, extremely “alpha female”. I know what I want, I know when I want it, and I know where and from whom I can take it. I say take it because I don’t ask for anything. I take it. Even when I do play the submissive for others, it’s because I want to play the submissive. Not because they want it so.

I love anything historical, and archeology. I’d love to be an historian when I grow up. If I ever grow up… I love to camp, and hike, but living in Colorado it’s almost a prerequisite. I love hockey, my favorite team is the Avalanche, and no, it’s not because I live in Colorado. I’ve been told I’m a guys wet dream simply because I can drink most my dates under the table, I like girls, I’m not jealous, and I’d rather go to an auto store than to the mall.

Oh, I’m also a Hellenistic nocturnal pagan of the green path. I’ve studied all forms of religion and ideology, and none of them fit me as well as paganism does. This does not mean I am anti-Christ/Christian, just that I don’t follow the same Dogma that they do.

Well, I guess that covers me… What I’m here for is to makes friends, people who can make me giggle, (which happens to be insanely easy) some one(s) who are intelligent and can hold their own in a conversation. One preferably that does not revolve around the trying to get my pants off.

So if you can handle all of that, feel free to drop me a line. Any time. ^__^



Gypsy.




4/17/2009 7:11:06 PM

            I’ve always thought the way my brain works to be funny. Always looking, always searching, always wanting to see what the next day holds in store for me. Call me crazy, but I can’t imagine a life without that urge. I’ve tried to live my life with one motto, and that’s no regrets. Do what it is you’re going to do, accept that this is what it is, take nothing at face value, but do. Do everything you can do in one day, in one life. Cherish your memories and good times spent with loyal friends. Be kind, gentle, and accepting of others until they prove they are unworthy of your devotion. Learn, love, and fornicate as much as possible, for what else is life made for, if for not the experience. I mean after all you only get to do it all once. ~Right?~

            But as of lately I’ve been missing some friends. I have this tremendous feeling that I’m just simply missing out. I don’t know what it is I am missing out on, but something in my heart tells me this is true… And here I sit at a cross roads of sorts. About to take a giant leap of faith.

            I’m going back to school, finally. I’m apprenticing to become a tattoo artist. I’m getting married in a year. I have a house and a family of my own. And that in itself is scary to a vagabond such as myself. Someone who once blew aimlessly in the breeze. And I find myself, for the first time in my life questioning if this is the right move to make… I’m lost in a sea of change, when once I commanded the tide.

            Guess what it boils down to is, I miss being free… And I’m facing an 18 year sentence. Not that I do not love and enjoy my life, but being a mother, a wife, a home owner pulls at your ankles securing you to it. Binding you to your decisions. Which I guess is something I’ve never really had to deal with before. Not even after I had Lennon. When it was just me and him I was still semi free to go and do what I pleased. I just had to make room for extra carry on…

            Maybe it’s just the season… Having Winter being just over, a season of hibernation so to speak, and now I’m waiting for the ice to melt, so I can kick off my combat boots and run barefoot through life once more…
littleemma
 
 Age: 24
 Lake Stevens, Washington