Hello, my name is not important.
I'm in my early twenties. I'm also a very loving and caring individual, and a compulsive flirt where attractive women are concerned. But... I'm working on that issue. I don't wish to remember my childhood, having been the one to have lived through it.
I have made a personal rule for myself, which insists that I am always genuine, honest, and truthful. However, if I have to lie to save my own skin or to protect a secret, whether it be one of my own or a close friend's (they're usually close friends' secrets) then I
will lie.
As a person I'm also very open; I like to crossdress. I am also bisexual. I enjoy BDSM as both a hobby and a lifestyle; I'd describe myself as a switch, although whilst I'm naturally submissive to women and
do believe that they are superior to men in so-many-ways, I
do love to dominate when I get the chance. %)
Prior experience with drugs has taught me that overdoing things will bring pleasure in the short-term and problems as far as the long-term is considered. I am also past the phase of '
living' for drugs, and passed it quite some time ago; they're merely medicines to aid us, or tools to expand our minds, or to allow us to escape. They don't make nights great, they simply enhance experiences.
Addiction has almost killed me many times and it's cost me so much that I might as well have been dead, up until around seven weeks ago when I found someone who shares my kink, enjoys my sense of humour, and even loves
me--the once sarcastic, hollow, cynical bastard with an icy heart and less compassion than a particularly heavy, high velocity block of concrete to the face.
I take benzodiazepines (prescribed) for anxiety.
I also take a tricyclic (TCA) anti-depressant known as Lofepramine, which I must assume is normally prescribed for insomnia, as it knocks me out and causes me to feel drowsy, along with my mouth becoming as dry as a camel's arse.
The Lofepramine was given to me because fluoxetine caused simply too many side-effects! I couldn't stand taking it, though doses above 100mg are not too bad; especially when combined with alcohol...
Oh, and whilst opiates are
one love of my life, they're not at the top of the list: I care about
far too many PEOPLE before drugs.
Loving drugs is a phase that we all go through, and eventually we realise that there's more to life than squinting into the end of an empty Smirnoff bottle.
I am happy, lighter; loved, needed, wanted, and humiliated (
), which makes me so glad to be alive and glad to have such a caring woman as you in my life, Mandy. Oh, and Carly, Hayley, Allie, Chastity, Carley-Marie, Megan, Ashley and Anna... I couldn't be so happy if it weren't for having you lot in my life!
Take care all of you. I'm an impulsive, reckless drug-addicted, lovestruck fool; I'm certainly not in
any position to take my own broken-record style advice. So please make sure that you all do!
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