My Journey with Kink

What is my journey with kink?

We all have kinks. Things, objects, actions that thrill us, that we’re passionate about, that fill us with happiness and joy and warm, fuzzy bunny feelings. It’s just most of us don’t admit to these kinks on worldwide publicised websites.

But I’m not most people.

My kinky side is as important as my mental health and homelessness sides. It forms a part of me that, although doesn’t define me, is instrumental in understanding who I am. My kinky side has been with me since I was six years old, and it is this kinky side, or more honestly, one kink in particular, that I explore within these pages.

For many years they were password protected. Available only to those people who dared ask me for the password. But in recent times, with Meadhbh’s constant badgering, I’ve come to realise that by password protecting the posts all I was doing was self-censorship. For better or worse, these posts should be available to anyone who wishes to read them. As such I have taken the executive decision to remove the password protection. And I do so with only one proviso: that my family read no further. As I’m asking nicely I hope you will respect my need for privacy, even though the curiosity will probably eat you up inside! :p

It stands to reason that the posts that form My Journey with Kink deal with sex, sexuality, fetish and other ravenously exciting topics. Should such topics cause offense to you, perhaps it would be best to head elsewhere. Otherwise, you’re welcome to join me on my journey with kink…