Quite obviously, a complicated person. If you've been to a few of Gotham�s dungeons, chances are we�ve crossed paths. As we pass: a stare that reaches into the back of your head, Love and Lust incased in bedroom eyes and a wicked smile. Comments and conversation from an enigmatic figure leave you questioning everything that you think you knew.
I survived my childhood (thanks, Nietzsche) and screamed into teenage sexual explosion. My sexuality exuded and radiated from me. I explored most fetishes naturally and without coaching. Like a dark gargoyle, in the back streets, alleys, and through bedroom windows of the South Bronx, I have watched the most barbaric of acts committed with words of Love. Pride, Lust, and Love were my childhood teachers.
There is no surprise that, creatively, flesh is my choice medium and makes an excellent canvas. My mind is a palette of black, red, and bruised hues. Fetish is my means to express the extreme range of emotions and sensations that I feel. I have become more of an artist than I ever wanted or intended, but my circumstance describes me in so many ways.
Early on I realized I was an animal. Animals don�t lie. They show you what is right there � a natural form of respect. I possess the ability to leave my reason behind and just be. This makes extreme play possible while expressing great respect for those I touch. I leave judgments behind. This alone makes my New York life somewhat unique but what does that mean exactly? Define "is"...
I am made of sex. My body pulses to each word. I-am-made-of-sex. The scope of my sexuality consumes me. I crave. Man, woman�it makes no difference. My lust and desire holds no prejudice (or is it just we have no choice at all?).
I need to use you in every sense of the word. As you are pounded and driven into the ground, pulling your hair and writhing with spasms of pain, I fly higher in the clouds until I can no longer pull my thighs together. The feel of my nails scratching their way across your skin leaving silent trails of ecstasy is more than a need. I am driven to drive you past human sanity to be lost in a storm of passion � to torment your body and rejoice at tears and the absolute reek of pheromones as your hips sway. Only when I feel this way do I get the satisfaction I crave. My sexual magic draws you in. I want men, women, and slaves. I want the primal crush of my mind to fuel their lust.
I recognize Dominance as a responsibility to myself and others. I always explore and negotiate before I play with anyone. I refuse to push your limitations too far. The end result isn't consensual or safe.
If I could accomplish anything in this life, most of all I would like to show people how to live philosophically rather than by dogmatic ideology or blind reaction. Fuel injected, in control, and ready for human consumption, the biggest motivation I have is to do something no one else has ever done. I want to be the only one of me. I define myself daily and will continue until I reach critical mass, I suppose. I hope to share this with you.
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