About Me ...

I started writing this blog because I find life a constant struggle to balance the three parts of me. If I spend too much time and energy on one, I often find I will neglect the other two to my detriment. I wanted to use this blog as a safe place to write about my feelings and find peace ...

My Heart
I am kind and caring. It is my heart's natural state of being. I see only the goodness everywhere and in everyone. I am joy. I am sunshine. The world sees me as sugar and spice and all things nice ... Am I sweet?

My Mind
My tender heart cannot cope with wickedness. It becomes helpless and filled with darkness and pain. My mind protects me in these moments when it matters most. I am rational, logical, and practical. The world sees me as cold and emotionless ... Am I a bitch?

My Body
I have a beautiful body which I try to take good care of. It allows my heart and mind to achieve their desires. I use my body to run, to life model, to show love. I am very sensual and show lots of physical affection to both the men and women I care about. I also like to show love to myself. I wear beautiful underwear and often I satisfy my physical desires alone ... Am I a whore?

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