Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Better Late than Never... Right??? TMI Tuesday Questions & Answers

TMI Tuesday (Yeah, yeah, yeah - I know it's Wednesday. I'm late, sue me)! 

Stop Making Sense! (This week's questions)

1. If you were a car, which one would you be? What are some of your best features?
A 1960s Alfa Romeo Spider - candy apple red. Spider's of that era are one of my favorite cars; their lines and curves are very fluid and feminine; their headlights look like girly eyes; and red is my fave color. Plus, how can you have that car and get it in any other color? C'mon now. Spare me.

2. If I gave you an elephant where would you hide it?
I wouldn't bother. I mean, ffs, the thing is huge and I don't even drive, much less have a vehicle to transport it in. Therefore, I'd just stick it in the backyard where I could enjoy it and play with it and vice verse. So what if my uber-bitchy next-door neighbor whines a bit? We have ways of making people stay quiet, me and my elephant do.

3. Finish this sentence: Tomorrow I absolutely refuse to….
let the bastards get me down. 

4. What is the longest period of time that you’ve gone without a shower?
This is so friggin' embarassing. Shit. A fucking week or maybe like eight days. *facepalms*

5. What is the silliest prank you ever played on someone?
FuckifIknow. I'm not much of a prankster. 

Bonus: What is the best piece of gossip that you heard recently?
Oh, yanno, just that rumor bought me getting laid. Oh, wait, that was just my toys who did that to me. Sometimes they have a mind of their own so it gets confusing, yanno? 

And . . . it's that time folks. Last call. Closing time. The fat lady has sung and now you have to get your fat asses outa here! <3 

Sunday, December 4, 2011

It's Sunday Stealing time! YAY!

Holy fuck,  it's been forever and a coupla days since I posted. I'm so sorry, y'all. Been going through some stuff in my real life but have no fear, I'm around and as always, you can reach me a variety of ways, including via email at if I haven't told ya that before. Since my life is still sort of in unpheaval, I don't know how much regularity I'll be posting with. I will definitely be posting more often than in the last couple of months but how much more often, I cannnot say. Anyway...

Onto the good stuff. You all know me and my blog memes. And you're familiar with Sunday Stealing, where the authors steal memes from other blogs (doesn't everyone steal from everyone anyway, at some time or another, to some extent)? So, that's what we're about to do. Today's Sunday Stealing is from the blogger and blog, BlueLifeMemories. Today's inquiries are titled under the heading The Blue Memory Meme and there are eight million and twelve questions, so I best get to it, huh? Okay, so only 25 questions but you know me and questions. Le sigh. Alrighty then, let's do this thing.

And with no further ado, I now present you with . . .

The Blue Memory Meme Part One

1) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Live and love raw and fierce, always creating.

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

ON this earth? Hmm... That's a toughie. OOH! James Franco - brains and beauty, who could ask for anything more? ;)

3) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?


4) What do you think about most?

Sex, duh. *rolls my eyes*

5) You have the opportunity to spend a romantic night with the music celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Um, I think we already covered this with the James Franco thing, duh. *more eye-rolling*

6) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Nothing. Every experience gives me an opportunity to learn, so even the bad experiences have the opportunity for some good to come out of them. Not to mention, every experience I've had, negative and positive, has molded me into the woman I am today and gosh darnit if most days I'm not a little in love with her, at least. So, no. Nothing, that's what it will be.

7) What's your strangest talent?

Opening twist-off beers with my toes.

8) What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?

Shiiiit. I don't really know. I can't think of anything off the top of my head but I'm also scared shitless of everything in a way so I'm sure one could easily come up with a question that meets that criteria, I just couldn't tell ya what it is, at this moment. 

*Sidebar: maybe I shouldn't have smoked a lil somethin'-somethin' before I did this?*

9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Yes. And that's all I have to say about that.

10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?

Yesterday? It was to Pete Doherty's live introduction of the Babyshambles song, "Beg, Steal, or Borrow" on this Brit show hosted by Jonathon Ross.

11) Do you have any strange phobias?

Too many to count. I KID! I KID! I do panic over small OCD shit though.

12) What's your religion?

I don't believe in organized religion but I am spiritual. I believe in reverance. 

13) What is your current desktop picture? 

Mark Ruffalo. Black and white. Shirtless. Le sigh. *swoons*

14) When you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

drinking and dancing ftw! \o/

15) What's the last song you listened to?

"Left of the Dial," The Replacements

16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

I can't pick one. DAMNIT TO HELL! Why do y'all try me like this???

Top 10: Beatles, Bob Dylan, The Libertines, Los Campesinos!, The Love Language, The 
Pixies, The Rolling Stones, The Velvet Underground, David Bowie, Louis Armstrong.

17) What was the last lie you told?

That I didn't spend money I owed my brother. :(

18) Do you believe in karma?

Not technically but at the same time, I'm not unopen to its existence, if yanno what I mean?

19) What is a saying you say a lot?

Whatever's clever.

20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

Greatest weakness: being my own worst enemy.
Greatest strength: believing in myself.
I'm a contradiction in terms. 

21) Who is your celebrity crush?

How many times are we gonna go over this? JAMES MOTHERFUCKING FRANCO. 

22) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word: heart.

Hollow. Wow. Where the FUCK did that come from???

23) How do you vent your anger?

Cry, chainsmoke, write, talk to friends, beat up my punching bag, try to remember to breathe. 

24) Do you have a collection of anything?

Magazines, school/office/art supplies, books galore, more mp3s than you could possibly imagine (a few gigs, if not a terrabyte, maybe), candles, incense, empty wine and liquor bottles, dried flowers and so on and so forth. 

25) What is your favorite word?

Don't have one. Off the top of my head, here are a few: cathartic, evoke, create, harness, elevate, fathom, breathtaking, poignant, bittersweet, melodramatic, semantics, synergy, and so on and so forth.

And that's all she wrote folks! You know what that means! You don't have to go home but ya can't stay here! 


Thursday, October 13, 2011

Contemplations On The Art Of Living Life

This is neither a poem, short story, or critical/informative/or analytical essay on either. Nor is it erotic, except that for me, it is what makes erotica that much more of a deeply powerful medium. I guess you could call it an essay or manifesto or personal narrative or give it any of a number of other labels, but I prefer to refrain from limiting it by categorization. It is simply a collection of words, strung together, to express, in some small, inadequate way, my appreciation of life, how I see the act of living, and how I hope to spend each moment in this world. It's also some seriously hippie-ass sounding shit, but so what and so be it. I really haven''t the faintest idea of how to describe this to you, so I will quit attempting to do so, and let it stand on its own. 

Contemplations On The Art Of Living Life

 I see too much, feel too much, love too much. Because of this, my heart breaks a million times a day, because the beauty in this world has the capacity to not only open my heart but to close it, to not only heal me but to wound me to the core, even as I revel in that beauty. Everyday, I fall in love all over again with the infinity of beauty, love, and kindnesss I find in this thing we call life, in spite of the equally overwhelming amount of ugliness, cruelty, and hate we find in it as well. Every moment holds for me the possibility of that overwhelming emotion we call joy - in its most pure, magical, transforming, and awe-inspiring manner. I feel sorry for those who do not see the world as I do, who do seek out and find infinite opportunites for wonder and amazement in life, who are blind to the flowers that grow from the cracks in the pavement, who cannot open themselves up enough to allow humanity's capacity for generousity and kindness to outweigh our seemingly endless capacity for hurt and hatred. I may be continuously disappointed in my fellow man and the construct we've created called society, but I am continuously in awe of the myriad of facets of love and splendor and beauty and wisdom in them as well. I hurt all the time because my eyes are fully open not only to the ugliness of life, but to its unparalelled charm, allure, exquisiteness, and excellence and the fascination that both hold for me. I will never be able to say I'm an ice queen, even though in my weaker moments I may yearn for that jaded, closed, hard kind of strength, as I'm sure it would make the act of living in this world easier. However, I know easier is not better and that I am lucky to be able to love every aspect of the time I have on this plane of existence, that my capacity to see and feel and love so fully, richly, and entirely is a blessing, no matter what pain and heartbreak it carries with it. Yes, the cruelty and inhumanity and hatred and hurt of the worst of mankind outrages and disgusts me, but knowing that the possibility of the opposite of this is present in each and every one of us keeps me from myself succumbing to lure of the very things by which I am outraged and disgusted. We are, each of us, capable as members of the human race, of everything that the best and the worst of us is capable of. I am no better than the worst of us nor no worse than the best of us. In knowing this, it allows me to forgive and to let go, to let the horror that has been inflicted upon me and those I cherish be an opportunity to grow, learn, evolve, and flourish in the face of adversity. When I am able to recognize and accept and honor and embrace this, the monstrosities I've been privy to as I've travelled through life cease to hold me in their grip, lose their power over me, fade to but a memory which I can choose to either let continue to cause me suffering or transform it into an opportunity for awakening. I choose the latter. I will not let this world grind me down. I will always attempt to see each moment as precious and unique and as an opportunity for total and complete bliss. I refuse to close myself off to the infinity of experiences available to me as a human being. I will always see and feel and love too much - as fully and completely as I'm capable of, for even when the beauty of the world wounds me to the core, it is still beauty, and its power and importance and enormity know no bounds. copyright 2011 Katherine Andrews

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Leap of Faith

This next poem is an old one and one I'm not necessarily as thrilled with as I might once have been but it's been promised to you for some time now as it's the follow-up to "Meant to Be." (Yes, that means there's a voice file at the bottom of the post). So, I thought now that I have a working headset again, it was about damn time I deliver on my word. Again, it's about a step I took on my journey as a submissive and about the same particular ex, whom I adore to this day. With all that said, here she blows:

Leap of Faith

So now
I sit here
Years later
I eagerly anticipate your arrival next week
Reread your email over and over again
Contemplate the risqué pictures I might send to you
I still want you inside me
And I want you
To be the one to take me to the next level
You are the one I have chosen
To submit to
I’m giving myself to you
Once again
As I have over and over
Over the years
Please, baby
Hurt me only when I want you to
Treasure me as you always have
When you hit me, know that it’s not because I’m weak or lost
But because I need to feel and to give up this constant need for control
Take me to the brink and beyond
To the depths and back again
Make me whimper and scream
Beg and plead
Then give me everything I ask you for
Treat me like a slut
And like a queen
Hold me and enfold me
Princess and whore and oh so much more
I am yours for the taking
Just don’t leave me aching and shaking
I’m counting on you
 To do as you always have
And love me more than I love you

copyright 2009 Katherine Andrews Andrews

Leap of Faith 9-14-11 by KakeDastardly

Monday, September 12, 2011

Face Fucking

So some of you twitter types may be familiar with the hash tag #fucktoyfriday. For the rest of you, basically, it's a tag people post with their tweets on Fridays, the tweets being sexual in nature, generally pics or text of women being "fucktoys" or using "fucktoys." This past Friday, I got inspired and wrote something a bit longer than twitter's 180 words minus #fucktoyfriday. Thus, I had to tiny paste it. It's also pretty damn filthy. Since that's the case, I thought I might share it with you here. So, with no further ado, here's #fucktoyfriday, Face Fucking:

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I Love Music: TMI Tuesday Questions and Answers

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

1. What's the most annoying song in the world?
pretty much anything by Sting. crap-rap with nonsensical overly repetitive hooks. bubblegum pop that makes women out to be morons. etc.
2. What's the saddest song in the world?
I really don't know how I'm supposed to pick just one answer to any of these. Top 5 saddest songs: "Tomorrow Wendy," Concrete Blonde; "First of the Gang to Die," Morrissey; "These Days," Nico; "Hallelujah," Jeff Buckley; "Not Forgotten," Henrock
3. What's the sexiest song in the world?
4. Name a new, to you, band or music artist that you can't get enough of? Post a link to one of their songs.
5. Have you met any famous musicians?
yup. more than my fair share, I'd guess, but I live in an area rich with musical talent and am just a lucky cunt, I reckon. 
6. What song best describes your life? 
Oh, lord. I don't even fucking know but here's one that isn't entirely off-the-mark: "28 Butts," Little Jackie
7. How important is your partner’s taste in music to you?

Very. Like absurdly important. 
8. Do you sing in the shower?

Doesn't everyone? 
9. What was the last live music show you attended? Did you buy a t-shirt?

I think it was The Love Language, Veelee, and some other people at King's in Raleigh last Dec. but I can't say for sure - I may have been to something more recent and am just blanking on it. 
10. What's the sweetest song in the world?

"What A Wonderful World" - Louis Armstrong
11. Can you play a musical instrument? Which one?

Nope. Not a damn thing. 
12. Are you in a band or are you a performing solo music artist? If yes, what kind of music do you play?

Hell, no. My brother got all the musical talent in the family. 
13. Have you ever dated a musician?

More than I can count. 
14. Are you a groupie?


- If yes, for what artist/band?

- If no, do you wish you were and for what music performing artist or band?

Hell, no.
Bonus: Describe your worst, best, strangest, funniest or saddest concert moment.

All of the above. The second time I saw Dylan (yes, that Dylan), about a year ago. Oh. Em. Gee. It was so pathetic. I understand the man loves to perform, but the only place he should be performing these days is in HIS shower. His voice is shot and rearranging all his classics with blues arrangements only heightens the sense of "wtf" rather than diminishing it. Seriously, and I love Dylan with a passion, he's taken his incomprehensibility (is that even a word? if not, fuck it) to new heights. He made my ears hurt. At one point, my mother, father, brother and I all looked at each and just burst out laughing our asses off at the sheer absurdity and patheticness of the whole spectacle. I said, "I don't know whether I should be laughing or crying." My mom: "I KNOW!" That. Fucking. Bad. Best part of the whole show was, on my way back to the baseball stadium's bleachers from the lawn area created in the diamond, right after smoking a lil something-something with my brother and friends, watching a couple swing dance. It kind of summed up the ridiculousness of the night. 
Bonus, Bonus: If you listen to the radio, what station and type of music are you tuned to the most?

The local college radio station pretty much exclusively (or on rare occasions, NPR): WKNC 88.1 in Raleigh, from NCSU. Sometimes, if I'm feeling nostalgic, I'll listen to WQFS from Guilford College in Greensboring, NC online.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Fashionably Late: TMI... Is It Still Tuesday? TMI Tuesday Questions and Answers: August 3, 2011

Once again, folks, I get to answer some really fun (or not so much, depending on if it's you or me whose point of view we're seeing this from) questions about... well, anything and everything, depending on the week. Yup, that's right, it's that time again, yall (or maybe a little past "that" time but oh, well). It's. . . Drumroll, please . . . TMI Tuesday! \o/ (click the link - yanno, the TITLE, for more). . .

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Sunday Stealing! The Fifteen Movie Questions Meme (aka More Than You Ever Wanted To Know About Me And Movies)

Today, I bring to you a new weekly blog meme thingy, kinda along the lines of TMI Tuesday. However, Sunday Stealing, the new blog I discovered, is a little different. Instead of coming up with original questions and sticking to a specific format each week, like the TMI Tuesday Blog does, Sunday Stealing does just that - steals. Each week, the author, Bud Weiser, takes a meme he discovered on a different blog or website and posts it for participants to respond to, making sure to give credit to the original author/blog/site/what have you. So far, it looks like loads of fun, and the more of these I have to do on a regular basis, the more I actually WILL do them, and the more I'll post poetry and other posts as well. Anyway, this week's post, The Fifteen Movie Questions Meme, with my answers, coming right up . . .

1. Movie you love with a passion.

2. Movie you vow to never watch.
Big Momma's House (saw a preview for one of the sequels last night - UGH).

3. Movie that literally left you speechless.
Riding Giants.

4. Movie you always recommend.
Breakfast at Tiffany's.

5. Actor/actress you always watch, no matter how crappy the movie.
Johnny Depp. Audrey Hepburn.

6. Actor/actress you don’t get the appeal for.
John Wayne. Angelina Jolie.

7. Actor/actress, living or dead, you’d love to meet.
James Franco. Katharine Hepburn.

8. Sexiest actor/actress you’ve seen. (Picture required!) 
Brigitte Bardot
Mark Ruffalo 

9. Dream cast.
Humphrey Bogart, Marlon Brando, Johnny Depp, Leonardo DiCaprio, Lauren Bacall, Audrey Hepburn, Reese Witherspoon, Kate Winslet.

10. Favorite actor pairing.
Bogie & Bacall.

11. Favorite movie setting.
Favorite setting? REALLY? The setting depends on plot and characters and is influenced by time period, mood, and many other factors. I can't have a favorite setting without favorite characters, plot, mood, era, etc. That has got to be one of the silliest questions ever. Oh yeah, and don't forget genre. I mean, you're unlikely to have a coming-of-age movie on Mars and unlikely to have an action thriller in a one-horse town. I'm not saying either is impossible, just not probable. Trying to pin down a favorite setting is like trying to pin down a favorite letter, or something, because the use of one is dependent on so many other factors. Puhleeeze. Spare me. *rolls eyes dramatically and sighs*

12. Favorite decade for movies.
1940s, perhaps. Or 1950s. Or 1960s. They all had REALLY good ones. Then again, so did the '70s. And '80s. And... well, you get the idea. Fuck if I know.

13. Chick flick or action movie?
Depends on the particular choices, the folks in the films, and my mood at the particular time. Generally, as long as they're well-done and have good casts, etc, I dig both equally.

14. Hero, villain, or anti-hero?
Hmm... probably anti-hero, though there are some villains that do it for me too - mainly those that would fall into the anti-hero category though, according to Wikipedia's definition, including Byronic heroes and "the antagonist who (in contrast to the archetypal villain) elicits considerable sympathy or admiration." Le sigh. Uber-hot.

15. Black and white or color?
Depends on the movie and my mood. While Casablanca is a masterpiece and, in my humble opinion, colorizing it would be tantamount to an act of blasphemy, and many other b&w films are equally brilliant and only really work in the original format, there are plenty of totally craptastic movies shot in b&w as well. Whether or not these movies are b&w or color wouldn't change the quality of the movie. Likewise, there are brilliant color movies and totally horrid color movies. And again, whether these movies are color or b&w doesn't change the basic quality of the film. Also, like with some b&w movies, there are some color movies that only really work in color. For instance, how would The Matrix work in b&w? Or American Beauty? Don't get me wrong, black and white has an elegant, classic appeal, and is all that much more dramatic in old noir and the like, but it does have its limitations and its time and place, just like anything else. So, the short answer is, no preference - I just like GOOD movies, regardless of whether they're b&w or color. :D

Monday, July 18, 2011

Oh, yeah. I'm back with a vengeance, baby!

Okay, so I don't actually know if that's true yet. The post title, that is. I have a poem, one I adore, ready to copy and paste into the template for the post. And yet, I know I have to record this, so I know it isn't done yet. Le sigh. Let's see if I can rock 'em, sock 'em with my recital skills today, y'all! And with no further ado (the audio follows the text):

Meant To Be

You were so wrong
So bad
So not what I was supposed to want
Yet again and again
I found myself cradled by your arms
Shivering in delight at your lightest touch
I wanted you oh so much
Even though I knew you were everything
I was supposed to keep at bay
The way our eyes caught each other
Oh boy, it was inevitable
Yes, there were boyfriends and girlfriends to consider
Best friends and roommates
But I don’t think they ever crossed our minds
As our lips touched
In an explosion of orange starlight
And our bodies came together
Bare skin against bare skin
As fires rose from between our thighs
Oh, what a magical delight, what a grand surprise
So what if we had to tell a few little white lies?

I remember matt’s face when I told him we’d slept together
It was maybe the only time I’d seen him hurt by my words
I took a sick pleasure in it
And the angry phone call when jean found out
The threats of an ass-kicking
I stood waiting in my apartment
Jewelry off, sneakers on, hair up,
Primed for a fight
No one ever came
Still, a decayed friendship drew its last breaths that day
How many people did we hurt?
I don’t really care
Not ourselves
And we’re still here
After all these years
And the tears
And the fears
We outlasted all the other pairings

So, it turned out it was worth it in the end
That the love we made was greater than
The love we lost
The gain was more than the cost
The beauty more than anything we tossed
We must have been meant to be
To have overcome all these bullshit odds
We me're meant to be to each other
Exactly who we’ve come to be
It must’ve been fate, love.
the gods designed this -
it’s our destiny

copyright 2009 Katherine Andrews

p.s. I might read you the other poem I wrote to this guy next time, if you're lucky. ;)

Meant to Be by KakeDastardly

Friday, July 1, 2011

The End of My Writer's Block: Love Like

Love Like
love like blood spilled 
like wine staining a white carpet 
like red paint on your hardwood floor
like skin ripped and painting your jeans with your lifeforce

love like the sun gone down 
love like a roller coaster who's tracks don't quite seem up to code
love like a thing of beauty withering, wilting, wasting away

love like a beautiful disaster
love like a precious gem that you keep stealing back from a persistant thief
love like a diamond that has a fatal flaw

love like the eye of a fish dangling from a hook
love like drowning on dry land
love like a joke you don't quite get because it's a joke on you

love like a god you cling to even though you no longer quite believe

copyright 2011 Katherine Andrews

Love Like c 7-1-11 Katherine Andrews by KakeDastardly

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Is It So Wrong?

Le sigh. What to say about this poem? Well, first of all, it will be painfully obvious upon reading it that I was going through a (somewhat pretentious?) stream of consciousness phase. The poems produced during this phase of my evolution as a writer are among the most loved and hated that i've written. I happen to love this one but, then again, I'm biased. If you don't follow every bit of it, don't worry - there are many allusions in it, among other poetic devices. And, as usual, it's about a past (and tortured) relationship, one I've even posted poems about before, though I won't say which ones. Check out the soundcloud audio track of the poem below. 

Is It So Wrong?

So what if I want to throw it all up? 
What’s wrong with the wanting –
wanting to get rid of all this perversity and of course, you.
And yes, there are times when I relish the moments that you cling to me –
hands running through hair, stroking arms, exploring every inch of skin without ever
nearing the erogenous zones.

And so what if sometimes I’m in love with the moment?
But what’s so wrong with wanting to get rid of that and you,
when I can’t trust a single moment spent with you and you spill forth from your mouth so
much BS
and I can’t begin to know up from down, right from left, the real from the “plastic
the “state of affairs where the fake is more real than the real.”
I run from that.  You, you embody that, you Warhol,
you man so searching and lost and grabbing the bits and pieces. 

Do you just collect us in your memory palace, so many relics
that can so easily be eradicated or replaced and I see you
draw back the animal’s-hair bow, let the arrow fly, but not to pierce
heart or mind or even soul but simply so we cease to exist. 
Am I wrong when, at times, I long to run from this but I am the deer caught in headlights, frozen up, eyes wide, fixated, formulated. 

(And you, so not an answer). 

Wait for me, so you can draw back the bow, release the arrow –
poking, prodding, piercing, but never pouring across the line to where
there are no lines and so much spills forth
as we emerge from empty cocoons
and shoot each other.

copyright 2006 Katherine Andrews

Is It So Wrong? by KakeDastardly

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

TMI Tuesday Questions & Answers - June 21, 2011

TMI Tuesday Questions (from the TMI Tuesday blog) for Tuesday June 21, 2011

1.  How many states have you had sex in? How many countries? Yes, Oral counts! All sex acts– penetrative or not– are sex.

I'm wracking my brain - I guess I'm a bore in this area. Shocking, I know. Just the one state, North Carolina. 

2. What do you think is the sexiest piece of clothing a man/women wears on a daily basis? e.g., bra, jeans, sundress, dress shirt, etc.

On either one the right expression (a come-hither look, a smile, a smirk, and so on and so forth) and/or their natural scent (depending on the person, of course). Okay, fine, I'll choose actual clothing, damnit. Men - boxer briefs or wife-beater tanks (what a horrid name for a shirt). Women - garters and stockings, hands down.

3. Would you date yourself? Why or why not?

Shiiiiiiit. Fuck if I know! I guess it really depends on the day. Yes, today I would definitely date myself. I'm sexy as hell, not bad-looking, impressively intelligent, curious, sometimes even funny, talented as all hell, loving and giving almost to a fault, erratic, eccentric, silly, a little nutso but in the best possible way, a bit of an idiot savant at times, a great flirt, I love people and have genuine gusto for life, and a million other reasons that are so numerous I can't list them all at the moment. Most importantly, though, I reckon, is that I attempt and quite often (increasingly often, in fact) overcome adversity to achieve things I never thought were possible for me, and believe you me, I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I have courage, strength, honesty, kindness, generosity, and love in abundance. And I don't bs or pussyfoot. Yeah, that's it. I'm a soft cookie and one tough broad. \o/

4. Which muscle do you work the hardest: brain, heart, mouth?

HAHAHAHAHAHA! I think most people would say my mouth (no pun intended!!!) but that's only because I'm constantly thinking, usually about things I have genuine love for... so, once again, fuck if I know? It depends on the moment?

5. Fill-in the blank: I am totally prissy (overly finicky) when it comes to _____ . 

Where I sit in the movie theatre, people touching my belongings or trying to clean for me (NO, damnit, I know you mean well, but I will damn well do it my fucking self, goddamn it!), and whether or not my food touches on the plate.

Bonus: Describe your darkest fantasy.

Um, this is really hard for me. I've been meaning to work a journal post I did on this subject into a short story of sorts, so I'm just going to take an excerpt from it and copy and paste. These really are my deep, dark, dirty thoughts and I know that there are people who would judge me for that so I do this apprehensively, yet it's also important for me to give expression to these thoughts on the other hand. So, haters, go suck it, and those of you who are open-minded and non-judgemental, well... you may need a cold shower after this. ;)

We're at a bar. You summon me to you.. Of course, I instantly put one foot in front of the other, adding a patented lady swagger, and make my way directly to the entrance of the bar, where you seem to have taken up residence. You grab me by the elbow and subtly but with unmistakable strength and force, guide me out to the parking lot, until you see a well-lit empty space. Once there, you make sure what I know what it is I should do.
"Okay, Kate, my dearest slut; my precious little fucktoy; my filthy cute cum receptacle."
I blush and tears well up in my eyes and I want to giggle too and I cannot help but let just the slightest hint of a smile escape as one side of my lip curls up.
"You will first, pull that top down and take your bra off so you're tittles are on display. Next, the panties have to go. You then need to pull your skirt up enough so it's absolutely clear to anyone who sees you that your ass and cunt are visible - purposely unclothed, there for them to see, on display and to be used as I see fit, in any way I see fit. 
Shaking still, my nervous hands fumble at my buttons and zippers in what seems like a never-ending process to remove and rearrange my clothing in the manner in which you desire. Finally, I'm ready.
"Nice, slutkake, very nice. Now lean over the hood of this car, your ass open to me, doggystyle, since I'm about to fuck your asshole until I make you sob and beg for me to stop."
I move into position. There are no words to describe what happened next. With more force and speed than my ass has ever experienced before, you shove the thickest cock I've ever had into my ass with every bit of might you had. Then, slowly, you began to gently rock your hips back and forth against the curve of my ass, so that your cock very kindly thrusts in and out. I sigh in pleasure as you shove the head of a baby fairy wand massager against my clit, quite brutally smothering it. Then, you grab my head my the hair and pull it back, turning me by the neck to face you. 
"Whore, move your fucking body or I will make it hurt and not in the way that gives you orgasms. You lightly spit on my cheek then reach back with one hand, holding it suspended in midair for just an instant, before bringing it down upon my cheek with a ferocity that rivals that of the wildest beast in the most vicious kingdom.
This only makes me wetter.
I hear someone whistle and try to maneuver my head so that I can see what's up. Two men stand before us, their hardons and contempt for me equally visible. You look at them and all three of you laugh. 
"Nice toy you have there," one says.
"I'd put my meat in her holes," is the other's witty retort.
You, of course, motion them over to us, nodding.
"She's got two holes that can take a cock. Feel free to use them. She needs a good lesson in what constitutes a real fuck. This shit she's feeding me is weak."
This made the other two men grin. After all, you basically just told them to teach me a lesson and do pretty much anything to me. 

There's more, however, you're going to have to wait until I write the short story to see how it ends. *Wicked evil grin.*