Tell us something about yourself

[satindesire]

I am half Cherokee and Half Irish.

My hair is almost forty inches long.

I have chronic insomnia, trichotillomania, GAD, and a very severe case of Sjogren's Syndrome.

I am an empath and have seen auras since birth.

My name is Megan and I am 26. My birthday is July 10th.

I am almost entirely EQ and have a very difficult time understanding very IQ people.

I am incredibly sensitive and wear my heart on my sleeve, fall in love easily and trust implicitly.

I still struggle with opiate cravings on a near daily basis even though I have been sober for about seven years. I am terrified that I will crave for the rest of my life. I have nightmares about using and my children being taken away from me.

When I am stressed, I clean.

I have two children, both still in diapers.

I am a natural redhead.

I identify as a submissive, but I often fantasize about taking control and topping my husband.

I have a girlfriend, and she is moving from the UK in a year to come and live with us.

 

[rekane]

I always knew that this group here is exceptional in a lot of ways, but, after reading these posts, I realized that I love everyone here most for their quirks and idiosyncrasies.

Just feeling grateful to know you all, and to get to know you better through this thread.

Thanks, Curv. Brilliant idea!

 

[CurvAppeal]

I always knew that this group here is exceptional in a lot of ways, but, after reading these posts, I realized that I love everyone here most for their quirks and idiosyncrasies.

Just feeling grateful to know you all, and to get to know you better through this thread.

Thanks, Curv. Brilliant idea!

You are welcome!! =) This is exactly the reason why I made this thread. You get to know people on a different level and I loved everyones responses. =)

 

[Kurokami]

You are welcome!! =) This is exactly the reason why I made this thread. You get to know people on a different level and I loved everyones responses. =)

Word up on that score! I don't usually like people that much, and yet I find myself coming here again and again. It's fascinating! I guess when it's entirely optional, and people actually put a bit of thought into what they have to say, I like them quite a bit. It's a nice feeling, realizing that perhaps I am capable of shedding my social anxiety.

And because I feel like I have to contribute something on topic to every thread I visit, here's a new thing: My soon-to-be in-laws are coming over from England tomorrow to attend my wedding. I'm fairly terrified of my fiance's father, since he's monolithic and quiet and I'm fairly certain has some bear in his family tree. The inescapable knowledge that- since she's serving as the incubator for my children- I have had sex with his daughter hangs between us, and I find it insanely awkward.

The moral of this story is that I spent all day- when I wasn't working- cleaning our apartment with the eventual aim of making it look like my love and I have never had sex in this place. New sheets, everything sparkling, anything remotely naughty (and sometimes I feel like my partner collects sex toys) locked in a secure box away from the eyes of man. Now, I only need to hope that my future father-in-law doesn't find the box, and murder me.

 

[CurvAppeal]

Word up on that score! I don't usually like people that much, and yet I find myself coming here again and again. It's fascinating! I guess when it's entirely optional, and people actually put a bit of thought into what they have to say, I like them quite a bit. It's a nice feeling, realizing that perhaps I am capable of shedding my social anxiety.

And because I feel like I have to contribute something on topic to every thread I visit, here's a new thing: My soon-to-be in-laws are coming over from England tomorrow to attend my wedding. I'm fairly terrified of my fiance's father, since he's monolithic and quiet and I'm fairly certain has some bear in his family tree. The inescapable knowledge that- since she's serving as the incubator for my children- I have had sex with his daughter hangs between us, and I find it insanely awkward.

The moral of this story is that I spent all day- when I wasn't working- cleaning our apartment with the eventual aim of making it look like my love and I have never had sex in this place. New sheets, everything sparkling, anything remotely naughty (and sometimes I feel like my partner collects sex toys) locked in a secure box away from the eyes of man. Now, I only need to hope that my future father-in-law doesn't find the box, and murder me.

Well you have come to the right place. This place will surely somewhat cure your social anxiety. =) It sure has for me. I'm not very social irl but I am on here!

And I hope that your soon-to-be father-in-law will appreciate you just as much as his daughter does! Congratulations on getting married and I'm quite sure that everything will work out for the best!!

 

[the captians wench]

My closet is so full of clothes that I could wear a different out fit every day and not repeat for 6 months, yet I prefer to be nude at every possible moment.

 

[MrConcord]

******

 

[Tanstaafl001]

I am 46, and live in the deserts of Arizona, USA. I am male, and I work as a software developer. I enjoy motorcycles (Kawasaki Vulcan 2000cc LTD), tattoos (of which I have 7, one which covers my entire back), reading science fiction/fantasy, and my favorite food is meat, preferably beef. (seafood is not meat, ugh...)

 

[teknight]

I don't watch TV, am a music fanatic, love to dance. Can sing when I want to (husky alto/ some tenor) and have been known to talk those of the fairer sex into orgasms. (not bragging~ true)

Can you share the technique, please?

 

[the captians wench]

I often worry about how long it would take some one to notice if something happened to me at home.

 

[IrisAlthea]

I am an idealist at heart.

I used to struggle with my craving for control and sexual dominance, and how it could coexist with my generally compassionate nature. But now I say, fuck it. And am much happier for that.

I am most myself in nature.

I treasure absurdity above almost everything, but sometimes use humor to mask or obscure my feelings.

I had an important relationship end this year, that left me very sad. But now I realize that things often turn out in ways that we don't expect, and couldn't see at the time.

I like rhythmic, repetitive music that I can bounce to. I often play songs I like over and over and over and over, and dance to them. If I post a song, I usually have played it ten times in a row.

I enjoy people who know useless crap. Which is a lot of people on this board.

I have a weakness for Doritos and garlic wheat thins.

Haha, I do that to(the bolded part) and it makes my family want to kill me sometimes.

I read a lot and love to cook.
Right now I wish I had some chocolate.

 

[FurryFury]

Nice!

I enjoyed the link.

People here know me as the guy who LIVES for bondage and anal sex fused together with a touch of electroplay. I write stories and post them here on Lit. Strangely enough, I try to add a little of each of my perversions in my stories. I can only write what I know. My signature has a link to these stories and a link to my thread on the lust of anal sex. Anybody else see a theme in this?

There's also a link in my signature to another part of my life. A part of my life that began long before I really knew much about sex. For sure, it was before I had my sexual desires so fine tuned. And speaking of tunes, that's what you'll find when you click the link.

I know tastes in music are as varied as tastes in sex so I don't expect what I write to be your new favorites. It won't bother me if you don't find my songs to your liking. I've been doing this for over 40 years now, so I've been around the block at least a couple of times.

You don't do something for 40 years and have it not be a major part of your life. If you want to know something about me that has nothing to do with sex but is an equal lust of mine, click this link.

 

[FurryFury]

Hmm, what to say?

I love to sing and dance. I do so mostly at home, or in the car, but fairly often at work too if it fits the gig well.

I love to watch movies / tv.

I prefer to spend time with one other person rather than a crowd.

I'm crazy loyal. I'd never leave a family member, lover or friend. I have evolved the the place however that if they left me, I'd be DONE with them. No, "we were meant to be together." No, "if onlys" or maybe somedays", just DONE. I'm happy that's true.

Generally I trust people until they prove I can't. I give some people more than one chance, others just one, depends where you are on my personal emotion hierarchy.

I'm not afraid of the rain or getting wet. I enjoy the rainbows too. Watching the sky is one of my fav things.

A cat that sits on my lap and sleeps in my bed is essential to my happiness.

Must have lip gloss, water and a book with me at all times.

Just sitting and talking with the people I enjoy and love is a luxury I never take for granted in this busy world.

I often research for no particular reason than that I enjoy it. Some things I particularly enjoy is researching homes to stay in around the world on the trip I'd like to make one day, books, homeschooling, and beaches.

As a 50 year old woman I am looking forward to becoming a glorious, well traveled, sexy as hell, busy and fun, crone someday far in the future!

FF

 

[teknight]

Hmm, what to say?

I love to sing and dance. I do so mostly at home, or in the car, but fairly often at work too if it fits the gig well.

I love to watch movies / tv.

I prefer to spend time with one other person rather than a crowd.

I'm crazy loyal. I'd never leave a family member, lover or friend. I have evolved the the place however that if they left me, I'd be DONE with them. No, "we were meant to be together." No, "if onlys" or maybe somedays", just DONE. I'm happy that's true.

Generally I trust people until they prove I can't. I give some people more than one chance, others just one, depends where you are on my personal emotion hierarchy.

I'm not afraid of the rain or getting wet. I enjoy the rainbows too. Watching the sky is one of my fav things.

A cat that sits on my lap and sleeps in my bed is essential to my happiness.

Must have lip gloss, water and a book with me at all times.

Just sitting and talking with the people I enjoy and love is a luxury I never take for granted in this busy world.

I often research for no particular reason than that I enjoy it. Some things I particularly enjoy is researching homes to stay in around the world on the trip I'd like to make one day, books, homeschooling, and beaches.

As a 50 year old woman I am looking forward to becoming a glorious, well traveled, sexy as hell, busy and fun, crone someday far in the future!

FF

May I ask: Why FurryFury...other than for alliterative porpoises?

 

[FurryFury]

May I ask: Why FurryFury...other than for alliterative porpoises?

Well, what more do you need than alliterative porpoises.

Actually I do like alteration a great deal and often use it with online names but there is a story behind this particular name. I've told it before but here is it again.

I got a rescue cat. She was well enough to play for the very first time about a month after we got her. Incidentally it was a month of pushing antibiotics into a very unwilling, four pound, previously very neglected and abused, kitty twice a day.

Well anyway, I was pulling a string for her. For once she actually played. My husband and I were absolutely astounded at how furiously she attacked it. She went in circles, her tail fluffed up. She was very violent with it. She hopped about on it too. I said, "What a furry fury! Hey! I like that! I'm using that as my next online name!" LOL




There you have it.

FF

 

[FloggingMolly]

I am fighting a fight i no longer think i can win. Each day, i wake up to a world where i don't belong, and slog through it with a fake smile and longing eyes. I do not fit. My life is abnormal. Platitudes bring me no comfort. They say 'someday' and my heart wants to demand empirical proof. Name the day. There are no guarantees. There is no choice. Effort is not rewarded, there is no novel in this, just endless, empty heartache. I bow my head so they don't see my expression. My goal and reward comes no quicker by sharing my grief, letting them see eleven years of tears, and hopes that have been crushed by fate's fickle brush strokes. I rage against it, against me. What purpose have i? Inferior, an arid wastleland. Nothing grows here, tiny shoots of greenery smothered, til they are nothing but dust and faint memory. My body aches, my ears prick at cries i'm hard-wired to respond to, yet weren't issued at me. I fight because it is a dream that i can't let go of. I am fast approaching the point where my lack of control over my life will be remedied by pain from choice instead. I can't stop the hate, the agony and the jealousyy. Why me? Why this? I try to silence the insiduous voice that foretells of other failures, judged incompetant by the highest powers to play nicely with a gift given automatically to their other children on earth, many who have not been good, not played nicely with others, fall below th recommended age rating or who don't have an appreciation for what they receive. I cannot turn back time, even that would not turn bare soil to lush meadow, but i could teach my childhood self not to hope, that she be spared this. Fate turns her creul yet beautiful face from me whilst i beg and plead for equality and normality. She spurns my desires again and again, unmoved. There is not always a choice. I want what i can not have.

(I've toyed with deleting this, but that would be cowardly. It's been slightly cathartic)

 

[seela]

Oh, Molly...I wish I could say or do something, to make you feel better!

*hugs*

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

I am fighting a fight i no longer think i can win. Each day, i wake up to a world where i don't belong, and slog through it with a fake smile and longing eyes. I do not fit. My life is abnormal. Platitudes bring me no comfort. They say 'someday' and my heart wants to demand empirical proof. Name the day. There are no guarantees. There is no choice. Effort is not rewarded, there is no novel in this, just endless, empty heartache. I bow my head so they don't see my expression. My goal and reward comes no quicker by sharing my grief, letting them see eleven years of tears, and hopes that have been crushed by fate's fickle brush strokes. I rage against it, against me. What purpose have i? Inferior, an arid wastleland. Nothing grows here, tiny shoots of greenery smothered, til they are nothing but dust and faint memory. My body aches, my ears prick at cries i'm hard-wired to respond to, yet weren't issued at me. I fight because it is a dream that i can't let go of. I am fast approaching the point where my lack of control over my life will be remedied by pain from choice instead. I can't stop the hate, the agony and the jealousyy. Why me? Why this? I try to silence the insiduous voice that foretells of other failures, judged incompetant by the highest powers to play nicely with a gift given automatically to their other children on earth, many who have not been good, not played nicely with others, fall below th recommended age rating or who don't have an appreciation for what they receive. I cannot turn back time, even that would not turn bare soil to lush meadow, but i could teach my childhood self not to hope, that she be spared this. Fate turns her creul yet beautiful face from me whilst i beg and plead for equality and normality. She spurns my desires again and again, unmoved. There is not always a choice. I want what i can not have.

(I've toyed with deleting this, but that would be cowardly. It's been slightly cathartic)

This post is so very powerful Molly! Thank you for not holding back or deleting one morsel of it. So many thoughts in there that were so beautifully painted that I really felt them. From where I sit, you don't sound defeated, weak, or even tired to me as much as you sound like you are brilliantly on the brink of the acceptance of something very important. Seems like whatever brought you to this moment, you have finally found a place of realizing and feeling your true strength and power to stop waiting, turn left, and finally claim your life from whatever bounds are limiting you from experiencing a life more extraordinary. A life more you.

We all wage wars in our lives, and I believe with my whole heart that from what little you have posted here that you already have everything it will take to win yours. Just keep going and remember that you are SO worth it!

I am sending you my very deepest wishes of support as you walk through all of this. Never forget that for all the critics you feel, you have far more fans with you than you realize...so when you do get tired, just try to look for those instead.


~A big fan,
CiC

 

[satindesire]

I love to sing and dance.

I want to be a pirate in the pirates of penzance, wif me silver buckle slippers and me tight-n-shiny pants...

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

(I've toyed with deleting this, but that would be cowardly. It's been slightly cathartic)

Pretty fucking brave if you ask me, for someone who doesn't have what it takes. As is the daily slogging, Mol.

 

[Kurokami]

Well you have come to the right place. This place will surely somewhat cure your social anxiety. =) It sure has for me. I'm not very social irl but I am on here!

And I hope that your soon-to-be father-in-law will appreciate you just as much as his daughter does! Congratulations on getting married and I'm quite sure that everything will work out for the best!!

Thank you! Actually, it's turned out pretty okay so far; I think he's finally figuring out that his daughter is the most perfect being in the world to me, and that's earned me some respect. He's not angry or anything, just gruff, and that makes me nervous.

Once again, since I can't not contribute: I just spent the last two hours in a recording studio playing my guitar and singing my heart out... Over and over, for just one song. Because the things I do for a living are strange, and sometimes mystify even myself. Still, it gets me a paycheck, which I find myself needing more and more, what with twins on the way!

 

[Hnter2011]

I am fighting a fight i no longer think i can win. Each day, i wake up to a world where i don't belong, and slog through it with a fake smile and longing eyes. I do not fit. My life is abnormal. Platitudes bring me no comfort. They say 'someday' and my heart wants to demand empirical proof. Name the day. There are no guarantees. There is no choice. Effort is not rewarded, there is no novel in this, just endless, empty heartache. I bow my head so they don't see my expression. My goal and reward comes no quicker by sharing my grief, letting them see eleven years of tears, and hopes that have been crushed by fate's fickle brush strokes. I rage against it, against me. What purpose have i? Inferior, an arid wastleland. Nothing grows here, tiny shoots of greenery smothered, til they are nothing but dust and faint memory. My body aches, my ears prick at cries i'm hard-wired to respond to, yet weren't issued at me. I fight because it is a dream that i can't let go of. I am fast approaching the point where my lack of control over my life will be remedied by pain from choice instead. I can't stop the hate, the agony and the jealousyy. Why me? Why this? I try to silence the insiduous voice that foretells of other failures, judged incompetant by the highest powers to play nicely with a gift given automatically to their other children on earth, many who have not been good, not played nicely with others, fall below th recommended age rating or who don't have an appreciation for what they receive. I cannot turn back time, even that would not turn bare soil to lush meadow, but i could teach my childhood self not to hope, that she be spared this. Fate turns her creul yet beautiful face from me whilst i beg and plead for equality and normality. She spurns my desires again and again, unmoved. There is not always a choice. I want what i can not have.

(I've toyed with deleting this, but that would be cowardly. It's been slightly cathartic)

Those are powerful writings that just draw anyone with similar feelings to them and to respond, and in that you have done a great service by opening yourself up like that. Just the knowledge that there are others who understand and deal with similar agonies everyday can sometimes be all a person needs to do it one more day themselves.

Thanks for being very brave and I hope it has really helped you.

 

[PurrfectMoon]

This is a cool thread.

Lets see..

I work an office job, with my own desk and office doing accounts payable.
I love costumes, cosplay, short skirt and high heels.
I am a HUGE fan of sci-fiction/horror.
I'm a big nerd (play anything from 4th edition dnd to Witcher 2 on the comp)
I love being outdoors and the night sky.
I hate knicknacks and christmas ornaments (its wierd, i know).
Literotica is my dark secret that I read on my phone when I am at work.

 

[Babyslave]

(I've toyed with deleting this, but that would be cowardly. It's been slightly cathartic)

Molly,

I know we don't know one another. Yet my need to reply to this cannot be denied. Your words? My God. Powerful words, from a powerful woman.

I realize I don't know you, your life. I can't possibly understand any of what you're dealing with, and have, and will continue to. I can't believe I have the audacity to add my words to others more able, more worthwhile, more known than a stranger.

But we ache, we try, we need, we crave, we want, we desire, we deserve. And we are disappointed, and denied, stepped on and crushed, ignored and overlooked. Over and over again. In pain, in suffering, again. But we continue to try, to hope, to dream, to take the f-ing next step forward. There are no guarantees, life is NOT fair, promises are broken, and people let us down. But because we need and want, and deserve, we try again.

Failure isn't a real word, not to me, not anymore. Because taking that next step forward doesn't allow it to be. Call it what you will, coping, dealing, coasting or fighting. It's taking another f-ing step forward. Another hour, another day. Will today be the day, or tomorrow, next week, next month, next year?

You're in my thoughts. No comfort there, I know. But it's true.

 

[TarevaChine]

I am mostly a Type A personality.

I have a lot of energy. Sometimes too much for people around me.

I am always thinking, which is probably why I have problems sleeping.

I love things that get my adrenaline going. Skydiving. Roller Coasters. Although I do have a fear of heights.

I love to dance. It is my escape! I can put myself anywhere I want to be when I am dancing.

I love goofiness!

Last, but not least........The occupation listed in my profile is real. I actually do discipline people for a living. Sorry, it is not the sexual kind of discipline.