Life has taught me that the more unusual a person is, the more unusual their needs. The more unusual their ideal partner, or partners. And I'm a most unusual person. From the earliest ages of my youth I was the one off doing strange things. Stealing horror books to read in the dark, learning how to use a whip, playing with spiders, making friends the girls instead of the boys. As I grew older the weird really started to show. Black leather, dark music, dried roses, writing poetry about love and loss and death. By age eighteen I was running my own kink dungeon after a couple friends from my local goth club offered to pay me for my services as a torture expert, and an animal trainer. From there, I found myself exploring the various ways to train pets and subs, learning their secret needs that they themselves didn't know and using that to bend and mold them into who they were meant to be. I've taught ball room dance, fought honor duels with real swords, wrote poetry and danced under the moonlight in the twisting mist. I've enchanted people with my artistic skills in the kitchen, and serenades and the roses grown by my own hand. I've told some dark, truly messed up bed time stories, and I've been a shoulder to cry on for loved ones as they died. My life has been wild, intense, dark, and very different. But I'm still a person. I crave love, companionship, and all the physical, mental, and emotional things that come with it. I like women who are weird, feisty, and with as many broken pieces as myself. I don't want someone who's so normal I won't be able to identify with her at all. I want a weirdo who's as strange as I am. I want to mend the broken heart of a woman every bit as weird and wicked as I can be, with maybe a bit of feist in her. But, in this world the weirder you are, the more difficult it is to find the one who's weird fits your weird. So, here I am, looking for someone amazing and weird in a place where I'm sure mostly boring people dwell. Who knows? Life is full of surprises.