Realizing I have 3,000 followers has me feeling some sorta way. Like seven years ago I made a throwaway reddit account because I was bored, restless, feeling frisky and perhaps a touch lonely. Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought I'd still be on Reddit seven years later. Sure I've met some creeps but I have also met so very many fun, charming, attractive, flirty, bold, and satisfying men. And couples, too. Chatted with thousands of redditors and have met so many in person that I've long since lost count. These amazing people are a big part of why I'm the way I am. They reaffirm to me that it is okay to be me. They remind me that sex is amazing and being sex crazed is just fine. And they share their most intimate details with me, building the sexiest form of trust.

I'm a sexually confident woman. I once was told I might even have nymphomania. I've got a libido that shows no signs of quieting down, despite each passing year. I'm super ADHD. I get bored and want to cause chaos. I like risk. I like married men. I like what's off limits. I like mixing work and sex. I have a lot of sex. I long since forgot my bucket list because I did it all. Now I get off on others saying, "holy shit, you did what?!" and that satisfaction is only possible because of the wonderful people who accept me and indulge me and follow me and challenge me to keep the party going.

Okay. That's enough sentiment for one Sunday. And only because I'm a couple drinks in. Cheers to you misfit fuckers! As you were.