#return to self

Sometimes that rebrand we feel and prepare for isn't really a rebrand, often times it's a sign from our nervous system communicating to us that it's tired. Tired of self-neglect, comparison, and living in survival mode.

Disconnect.

Return to self.

Bloom.

𝗧𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆,

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗱-𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗻: 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝘂𝗻, 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘂𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻, 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲.𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻-𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁.

Typical intro: 30ish, bi, Dominant, He/they Trans Masc, Poly, figuring shit out.

Rules: Minors do not interact, Ageless Do Not interact. If you know me from other spaces, no you don't (unless specified personally). You can send DMs but introduce yourself first, feel free to ask away, consent is hella sexy

Now that we got the serious shit out of the way, hi, welcome to my very unserious nsfw horny dump bucket to deal with long distance yearning and new self discovery. Been around the bog, have been part of sex clubs and societies and I'm trying to reintegrate myself into the b/d/s/m community. Feel free to join the exploration and see where it brings us. I'm very judgemental free, as long as you follow the rules above. Stay cozy, put a hand down your pants, and scroll to your heart's content. Viva sexuality, motherfuckers!

The Kinks ™️

B/d/s/m

Breeding

Hunter/prey

Brat Tamer

Edging

Degradation

CNC

Somno

Obedience training

Oral fixation

Feral

Knife play

Exhibition/voyeurism

Multi partner

Sensory overload/minimization

"One day the woods will call you back again, 

The brooks, the lakes, the hills, the stars, the rain."

In which the Dancer, undone by grief and mourning the deportation that separated her from her love - forcing them into a tragic long-distance affair - decides to break up with the Boy, and chase the light of dreams elsewhere. Her home will always be his arms, and yet...