Gettin' to Know Me

So, I wanted to just jump right into this with how I've been feeling lately, but seeing as how this is public, there might be some of you who read this and go "who da fuq be dis bitch?" Well, I'll fill you in a bit.

Ya'll can call me Wolf. Yes, I said ya'll. I'm from Georgia, here in the States. I don't have a southern accent, but I love how certain southern words just roll from the tongue, so I use them. Don't like it? Tough titty. (I'll say this a lot~) Born in the year o' 1992, in January. No need for the exact day, you'll find out or it won't matter. I'm biracial (white and black). Mom's half irish-half polish and my dad is black with some native american mixed in somewhere. So, you'll most likely hear a bit of what you might consider racism. Yeah, I make generalizations, but often times they are well desired. And I'm well aware there are outstanding individuals in awesomeness and stupidity. (Don't like it? Tough titty.) Mom's a successful business woman. Dad's a stripper. Yep, interesting mix, eh?

I've gone to college, dropped out due to severe depression, hope to return, yaddayadda. I studied zookeeping. The actual name of the major is Captive Wildlife Care & Education. Really wish I didn't leave, but I was doing shitty, so I had to change somethin'. Left some awesome people behind (you folks know who you are), but I still keep in touch.

I have a boyfriend who was born in March o' 1986. Yep, he's older. Don't like it? (You should know the rest by now.) We've been together since February of 2008 and we're still going strong. So please, keep your "he's too old for you!" "what does your mother have to say about it?!" "ewww he's a pedo" to yourself. My mother knows. My father knows. His parents know. We've met (and fucked) plenty of times. He lives about thirty minutes away (after moving to Atlanta from Chicago for me) and we see each other often. Sounds pretty healthy, right? So shut the fuck up.

We're also into the BDSM scene. So he's my boyfriend, lover, future-husband, and Master. Yep, I'm a pet/slave/bitch/slut/whatever other term you know of. And no, he didn't force me into it. I was into it before he came along, trust me. So, I'll most definitely be talking about kinky shit too. Tough titty.

Hmmm, what else. I wanna work with wolves and cheetahs when I finally get the chance. I've volunteered at a wolf refuge in New Hampshire. I'm a Furry (not an animal-fucker, thank you very much; human cock is so much more appetizing). I've got one full brother and several half-siblings thanks to my slutty father. I'm very brash and honest. So, if you ask me something, chances are I'm going to be truthful and a little hurtful to some softies. Don't like it, don't read it. I'm rather in your face (if you haven't noticed). And that will often be seen in my opinions that I post.


So, what's the point of my words and thoughts and blurgh being here? Well, I need a place to vent. A public place (because I like attention, fuck you) where people can choose to read and comment or choose to ignore it. I also want to talk to new faces and meet new folks. What better way than putting myself out there all publicly and getting some responses? Well, maybe going to the mall, but there's creepers there. Ick. So, I'll be bitching, moaning, griping, crying, celebrating, rejoicing, raging, and yelling in your faces here. So, prepare yourself. And join me~