David
My blogs
Blogs I follow
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- ...and they lived happily ever after...
- :: the girl with the pink teacup
- A day in the life of the Mac
- Abstractual Chaos
- activist on a mission to initiate change
- Alpine SubDreams
- Because I Said So....
- Behind Closed Doors...
- blogging is my only vice
- Brandi Bondage
- Catalina Loves
- Claire Adams in Blog Land.
- Cool Runnings and Guidance
- D/s tones
- Days of Languor
- Deep In Some Blissful Dream
- Down the Rabbit Hole
- Friction
- Hidden Bad Habits
- High Barbed Wire Walking
- Hot Tamale
- JournalSpacers
- Journey to the Darkside
- Just A Glimpse
- karma Payment Plan
- Lolita Wolf’s Predictions & Predilections
- Lone Wolf and Pup
- Making Waves in Feminism One Orgasm at a Time
- Mine Super The Man
- Mistress Matisse
- Nia Dark and Lovely, a Black Escort in London
- Now I Mean It
- Poena Dare
- Post Cards From The Road
- R.I.P. StupidWorkGirl
- Ramblings of a Newbie
- Sacrifice of Thought
- Secrets of a Blue-Eyed Vixen
- Symun
- The Lone Groover
- The Neighborhood Slut
- The Red Sneaker Diaries
- The sexy life of a snowangel..
- TMI Tuesday
- Westy's World
- Written
- Yacky's Doodle
Gender | Male |
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Location | Vancouver, Canada |
Introduction | In a nutshell, I would describe myself as the square peg in the wrong hole. As long as I remember, I’ve never quite fit any of the labels that are used to categorize the withing which universe we exist. I’ve always felt like an outsider, but have always been able to don the guise that those around me expect to see. Ever since I was a teenager, I knew what the world saw was not the real me. From an early age, I created compartments with many opaque walls. Many of the rooms I have kept mostly private until recently. Even then, only a handful of close friends have seen the most closely guarded compartments. 2008 was a hallmark year during which I started exploring my kink, my fetishes and sharing them with those around me. My life still remains compartmentalized, and I am not open about my kinky lifestyle to my vanilla friends and family. But within these pages, I hope to chronicle the real me, without the self-censorship I often found myself engaged in the past. |