Sitting here in my room, and a lot of thoughts pass throught to my brain.

Sometimes, no one understands me, and I am the only person who can keep myself from going completely insane...other times I already know I am a madman, and am happy that I am that way. There is a dark side to me that, over time, I have ceom to know and love. I embrace it witih open arms, and the let darkness consume me, only to release it within my artwork..not the choice of colors, as if you look through my gallery, I use bright colors, but with my sexuality.

I love sex and sexuality, and I don't think there is a single person on the face of this earth who can love sex as much as me. I think that if people embraced their sexualities...there'd be a sense of acceptance..but you must be true to the ones that you love..more impotantly, you have to be true to yourself...

I have a boyfriend, whom I love very much. He is dark and mysterious and have opend and enlightened my eyes to many of the view-points in which I look at the world today. However, sometimes, I look in the mirror and I wonder if I am pretty in his eyes. Am I enough to please and satisfy him mentally, physically, and emotionally. Am I enough so that he will never be tempted to go astray...

Do you believe that if you lack a certain aspect or quality that your partner desires, he could betray you? Do you believe that you can give your partner evrything he asks for, and ready to give him a lot more, yet there is something that you just can't fulfill..no matter how much you try. And it's something that you cannot help..it is LITERALLY your genetics!!!And if you find that one day, perhaps even years from the present, that he does betray you...is the option of forgiveness eligible??

Insecurities are a bitch and so much to handle and deal with that oftentimes you don't know what to do, or what to think, and in the end you know that you must trust that person...the sad thing about trust: if you find they ever did go astray, you trusted them for NOTHING.

My dark side, bright side, attitude and sexuality make me who I am...but there is one thing that I am not...and that is what is so scary about losing him .......

In the end, we all lose anyway...