I am a student, a writer, a poet, and at times a living example of what not to do. I am a masochist, but I also have a tremendous capacity for cruelty. I am high maintenance in that I require lots of rough handling and like to have the holy hell beat out of me on a regular basis. It keeps me sane. I have also found joy in submission and service, but these are not things that I am willing to offer everyone I bottom for. I enjoy verbal humiliation and degradation: stupid fucking bitch, whore, cunt, slut, insert various other seemingly hateful things here. Yes, please. I wear rubber bands on my wrists and snap crackle pop them to keep myself in check. It doesn’t always work. I believe that I can change the world one person at a time, but when I die no one will know I was here. I think before I speak, but it doesn’t always show. My filter works, but I often choose to ignore it. I own my thoughts, feelings, achievements, and mistakes. I believe in holding myself and all those around me accountable for the things we say and do because we are condemned to be free and that makes us irreparably responsible for our actions.