OK SO. I identify primarily as a Maker. I knit, throw, brew, bake, leatherwork, draw, and otherwise bring things into being; this last June I made a goddamn human being, and she blows my mind every day.
I've got my degree in psych, and this fall I intend to get my Doctorate, partially because I'm a masochist but mostly because I want to be a psychologist. I spent 7 years trying to make the massage therapy thing work, and what I learned is doing enough massage to pay the bills is bad for my body, and that about 90% of my clients wanted to talk about their problems, thus the psych degree - more money, less body breaking. I'm a damn fine therapist, but I'd rather use my brain than my poor weak wrists.
I read. Oh dear GODS do I read. Well, less now that baby, but still, I'm rather voracious. I mainline mystery, SciFi, and fantasy shows on Netflix (no GoT yet, I tried the books and it hurt too much; I intend to watch it sometime though). I go to Bondage a Go Go sometimes (and almost always hit the playspace when I do), and occasionally the DNA Lounge for various things. I adore Renn Faire and Dickens. I write fanfiction (AND I AM NOT ASHAMED). I enjoy tabletop RPGs and board/card games. I miss swing/blues dancing so bad it hurts, but can't really afford to go anymore. I take Tea once a month with an amazing group of people, and I have a chest of tea at home. I'm a minorly known fetish model, although my modeling fell WAY off a few years ago due to Life.
I'm a breast cancer survivor of 3 years. My breasts are still me, they just started out as my stomach tissue. I am not ashamed of my scars, my story, or my body, although I miss my abs like burning (Google TRAM flap if you're curious - or just ask me!). I happily talk to anyone who wants to hear my story or has been diagnosed themselves - knowledge is power, and I know how very much it means to someone newly diagnosed to hear stories about how the road ahead is going to SUCK, but it is NOT a dead end. I've spoken at Relay For Life, and I'd do it again if asked. I will slap the shit out of the first person who messages me telling me I'm strong for surviving, because you have no goddamn idea.
I identify as a pansexual cisfemale. I have an amazing marriage with my gorgeous husband that has lasted over a decade. We are open, but I'm almost completely uninterested in straight guys - and I only say "almost" because challenging Fate is Bad News. I'm not really looking for a relationship, because being primary caregiver for my daughter takes up most of my resources, but I'd be open to casual dating with not-a-straight-guy, preferably some flavour of feminine (just PLEASE be aware that caring for a baby is far, far more draining than is apparent, and I might have to cancel plans because I only have enough energy to stare at the wall and try to count to one). I also wouldn't mind a not-a-straight-guy play partner in the BDSM sense.
DISCLAIMER TIME: IF YOU ARE A RANDOM STRAIGHT GUY ATTEMPTING TO HIT ME UP, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. END OF DISCUSSION. I am BEYOND tired of cisguys assuming that because I identify as female I must want the cock/to be dominated by a Big Strong Man. I am BEYOND tired of assaults from these card-carrying members of Rape Culture. The assumption that oh, YOU'RE different, clearly the fact that I have delineated what you are offering as Not My Bag, Baby, just means that I haven't "met the right guy" or "am in denial". NO. Move the fuck on, and Golden Rule it - if YOU don't want someone attempting to pressure you into unwanted sexual contact, either physically or verbally, then DON'T DO IT TO OTHERS. It's amazing to me how many men just cannot grasp that No Means No, AND YET THEY CONSIDER THEMSELVES "NICE GUYS" OR, GODS HELP US, "ROMANTICS". Over a decade ago I heard of the concept of the rapist who honestly believes that their victim will love them for it, and gee thanks Internet for providing me contact with men of that flavour, if not that intensity. /rant
It's beginning to weird me out a bit that a good chunk of the people OKC is recommending for me look awfully familiar. I'm starting to wonder how many of you gorgeous girls are people I've been too tongue-tied to talk to in person (BECAUSE CLEARLY I AM A 14YO BOY). If I've messaged you, and you're here trying to figure out who the hell I am, well...I'm somebody who read your profile and thought, "WOW, I'd like to talk to them over a pot of tea!"
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