I've decided to actually do a blog. I can't say I've ever blogged before, never quite got the phenomenon, but being around this site and having read folks insights, I guess I can see the allure.
With this community, I have discovered a depth that I had been looking for. An interesting quagmire of people and ideas. All generally unified by a single concept and purpose, beauty, alternatively and purely. Of course what drew me here initially was the incredibly beautiful women who were unashamed of their bodies and alterations. There was a staggering confidence and shift in tone that I liked. The community though, I didn't look towards.
Maybe it is because I am trying to revamp my life to where it needs to be that I started to delve into the community and see what was there. Hopefully, and I think slowly but surely, I am beginning to wiggle into it.
So, for my first blog post, I'll tell a bit about myself.
I'm currently 23, my body feels like its falling apart at the moment with shin splints , back problems and arthritis in my neck. It's from being active all the time, I like to be, just as much as I love being lazy as hell. Strange, I know. I am a writer, novels(starts of them at least), poems, short stories, and screenplays. None published yet, but I have refocused myself towards that goal and am writing as much as I can force out of my fingers. Sometimes it is like straining the last bits of toothpaste out. Squeezing and prying, a frustrating process. It physically hurts to write sometimes, other times, the words flow.
Currently I am listening to Radiohead and drinking a beer.
Tho I claim myself as a writer, my day job is an active duty member of the US Air Force. I live in Okinawa, Japan, going on two years, and waiting to move to my next home, England. It is not the life for me, but I am seeing more and not poor for the first time in my life, that I can't regret being in it. I live in Japan and get paid for it. Why should I complain? There is plenty for that.
So who am I? I am a complicated, tired, energetic, mischievous, promiscuous, sometimes stupid, always curious, pained, vibrant, and needy person. I want a lot out of this life. I want to meet people who want a lot out of life and think. Breathe in life with each breathe and expel it out with a desperate need for more and new.
I'll close with a Keourac quote that exemplifies the type of folks I want. I hope I can meet some good folks here who can pike my interests.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
With this community, I have discovered a depth that I had been looking for. An interesting quagmire of people and ideas. All generally unified by a single concept and purpose, beauty, alternatively and purely. Of course what drew me here initially was the incredibly beautiful women who were unashamed of their bodies and alterations. There was a staggering confidence and shift in tone that I liked. The community though, I didn't look towards.
Maybe it is because I am trying to revamp my life to where it needs to be that I started to delve into the community and see what was there. Hopefully, and I think slowly but surely, I am beginning to wiggle into it.
So, for my first blog post, I'll tell a bit about myself.
I'm currently 23, my body feels like its falling apart at the moment with shin splints , back problems and arthritis in my neck. It's from being active all the time, I like to be, just as much as I love being lazy as hell. Strange, I know. I am a writer, novels(starts of them at least), poems, short stories, and screenplays. None published yet, but I have refocused myself towards that goal and am writing as much as I can force out of my fingers. Sometimes it is like straining the last bits of toothpaste out. Squeezing and prying, a frustrating process. It physically hurts to write sometimes, other times, the words flow.
Currently I am listening to Radiohead and drinking a beer.
Tho I claim myself as a writer, my day job is an active duty member of the US Air Force. I live in Okinawa, Japan, going on two years, and waiting to move to my next home, England. It is not the life for me, but I am seeing more and not poor for the first time in my life, that I can't regret being in it. I live in Japan and get paid for it. Why should I complain? There is plenty for that.
So who am I? I am a complicated, tired, energetic, mischievous, promiscuous, sometimes stupid, always curious, pained, vibrant, and needy person. I want a lot out of this life. I want to meet people who want a lot out of life and think. Breathe in life with each breathe and expel it out with a desperate need for more and new.
I'll close with a Keourac quote that exemplifies the type of folks I want. I hope I can meet some good folks here who can pike my interests.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"