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issoadorkable
| Hetero Female, 38, Nashville, Missouri
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I have been involved in this lifestyle on and off for the good part of 20 years. Ive filled many roles for different people, and I recently took a break for 2 years. To tell you who I am is almost impossible, and if you knew me before those 2 years, you wouldnt know me now. Life is not static. You would think that after so long I would be able to define what it is that I want, but again, nothing is static.
For now, I have no interest in finding anything or anyone. For once, I just want to be.
A cloud does not know why it moves in such a direction and at such a speed. It feels an impulse...this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind the clouds. And you will know too when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond the horizons. -- Richard Bach
89, 15 minutes, and 50.8 seconds. Thats the current position of Polaris - the Northern Star. Viewed from another planet, its just one among many. But on earth, it is uniquely important. Fixed in place. An anchor. No matter where you are in the northern hemisphere, if you face Polaris you face north. You know where you are. But there are other ways to get lost and the choices we make, in events that overwhelm us, even within our own minds. What can be our anchor then? What beacon can we turn to? To guide us from darkness to light. What if its other people? The lives that touch our own in ways big and smallbecause unlike Polaris, the light they bring will never fade. -- Jake Bohm, Touch
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5/27/2013 1:04:47 AM: you were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magically dividing cells, pictures no one else knew.
5/14/2013 9:54:47 PM: Going on hiatus. If you're anyone who's anyone you know how to find me.
5/1/2013 3:45:53 PM: use me, like a pen uses ink. to write something beautiful. original. interminable. write until your heart is spilled completely on the page for me to examine. until there is no ink left to write with. write to me about love and tragedy and painfully gorgeous moments. hand in hand. flesh on flesh. mouth on mouth. love and sin.
4/21/2013 6:12:40 AM: so tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tired, it's a trick to make you see wide, it can all but break your heart in pieces, one day though, it might as well be some day, you and i will rise, all because of what you are, the pretties star. - David Bowie, Prettiest Star
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