We believe in living life rather than adhering to ancient institutions.
More to the point: I'm looking for someone dominant. Not the abusive crap couched in the misinterpretation of BDSM and marketed as a love story you will find written by EL James.
I'm on FetLife: martyrized (shocker, there.)
I'll make a note here that I'm polyamorous. I suppose the term I fit into is 'poly-fidelity'. Polyamory, to me, is not the pursuit of just getting laid. If you're looking for a quick hookup, move the fuck along, because I'm not interested in being someone's living masturbatory aid.
I am a passionate person. I'm damaged goods. I'm possessive. I'm bitchy. I'm callous. I'm loving. I'm kind. I'm laid-back. I'm demanding. I'm a submissive. I'm a walking contradiction, and I need/want someone to love me for the fact that I can be quite literally like Dr. Jekyll and Miss Hyde.
Have you ever stopped and thought about the future?
"Look man, I'm telling you right off the bat, I'm high-maintenance, so... I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage, or whatever it is you've got goin' there. If you wanna be with me, you're with me. Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours." - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Happy Fun Quotes About Autumn:
"If conversations were babies, you'd be a 24-hour abortion clinic" - An ex.
"You have the compassion of a cold steel blade, you never make it hurt more than it needs to." - another ex
"You're like that little devil that sits on everyone's shoulder when they have moral dilemmas." - my brother
"Under that smartass lies an absolute sweetheart (though under that sweetheart hides an absolute stone cold bitch :P)" - a friend of mine
Life tip: do not try to out-drink the alcoholic of your social group. It leads only to pain; puking out the backseat window of your friend's car, painting the door with stomach acid and what had yet to be digested of your broccoli bites. Before you know it, you're curled up on the floor of another friend's bathroom, wrapped up in their grandmother's antique pink afghan (you know the one... with the rose-colored tassels on the ends), wedged between the toilet and the wall with a red potato that has some strange looking chunks taken out of it so it looked like a little dude with toothpick limbs standing triumphantly on your shuddering body, begging for someone to end your pain because you know that one of those people you were drinking with had a camera, and you know that, somewhere, there would be photos of you in this pathetic state, floating around the internet.
I've seen some shit man.
I run a personal blog: martyrized.tumblr.com
I am an OWbN Girl: owbn.net
I am mercurial, agoraphobic, and a tiny ball of hate who loves often and openly.
I am a misanthrope by nature, a pirate by trade, a romantic at heart, a workaholic by necessity, and a bitch by design.
I am also a legend in my spare time.
Consider for a moment, if you will, Schrödinger's Cat.
That is where you stand with me at the moment.
Are you sure you want to talk to me?