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Step #01: Register and fill out the basic profile, complete!
Step #02: Figure out what to say in the "Profile Text" box... not-so-complete!
I figure I'll compensate by putting up a blog entry, just to prove I'm real. And, I've noticed, people who don't blog about kinky things on a BDSM site are called "falsifiers" and "trolls" so I'll keep this kink related.
Tomorrow I'm going to the dentist. Ever since I can remember, I loved going to the dentist. Even more than going to the hairdressers. I'd actually cry getting a haircut as a child. Dentists have always seemed in control, very professional, and I liked someone who could be in control while I'm in agonizing pain. With the hair dresser, I never knew what to say, stylists seem to be social butterflies. On a detached level. But no one had ever given me a haircut that I could live with, as a kid, I was very familiar with the complete mortification of a bad haircut.
Pain, I could live with.
Humiliation, not so much.
Coming into the BDSM scene and reading up on kinks and fetishes... I've come to terms with having a medical fetish. I'm turned-on getting physicals. I get turned-on just by sitting in the waiting area. Hair dressers make me regress to a shitty childhood (I'm ecstatic to say I've since found a stylist, a Goddess, who KNOWS my hair), and dentists...
Dentists... make me happy. I'm dreading tomorrow's appointment, lol, because I have a few concerns, but, in the end it's all good!
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