Does it really matter who the person is behind the writing? I am male, and sadistic by choice and some fucked up curse of nature.

In the traditional sense, I do use razors, needles, whips, canes and a variety of other tools to draw forth physical pain. I thrive on the physical manifestations of pain - blood, tears - even that little hiss of air that emits from parted lips. In the physical sense of the word sadistic, I am quite normal. I don’t require extreme blood baths or 2 liter bottles being put in any hole.

On the other hand, I am also an emotional sadist. Highly manipulative towards my own goals and ends. Damn my honesty. This part makes me a difficult person to know, because were you to become a friend, I will, eventually, make you cry. I can’t say it gives me any sense of satisfaction - indeed, it causes me more trouble than I’d like - but I still do it.

Professionally, I am successful enough. I am not married. I do have a relationship with a woman that is on again, off again. (Currently it is very much off.) She loves me. I love her. Life just isn’t about marriage, house, kids and a dog for us.

No children, but I do have family.

I am Roman Catholic, which means for every sin I commit, I spend hours with my rosary. I haven’t been to confession in a while. God help the priest when I do.

I like to write, obviously, generally about my life with the occassional piece of fiction.

Everything else I’ll leave for you to decide.

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