I’ve heard that when you get a little older and you finally realize what you’re supposed to be doing with your life - even if it’s uncomfortable - you go for it since the opinions of others matter less than they used to.
So here I am.
In my forties, single and, by all accounts, living a very unconventional life.
I am a hybrid erotic goddess, fairy princess and gritty punk artist. I can’t/won’t choose a lane.
I am a hopeless romantic and a hopeless nihilist. I write erotic novels, love notes, and rage texts. My favorite thing about myself is that I can’t be defined or contained.
I am the living formula for the greatest love story of all time, but I am attracted to and fall in love with deeply wounded men.
Regardless, every time I fall in love, it is absolutely epic, life changing and soul etching. I am drenched in the beauty of love.
I am equal parts…