Bondage and boundaries

On an everyday basis I’m not really emotionally stable person, but it may get really bad from time to time. Pointlessness of existence somehow finds a way into my mind and rapidly eats it up. Since this destructive Weltschmerz has been paralyzing me occasionally for 8 years now, I had enough time to figure out a way to cope with it.

Just to be clear, I can’t really cure it, I simply hide it underneath my other feelings. So, every time I feel truly suicidal I do something truly spectacular. Until today the list consisted of: peeing on the top of Eiffel Tower, bungee jumping on Woodstock Festival and a walk through a club holding a hand of half-naked Titus after Acid Drinkers concert.

Today I may add a nude photo shoot with bondage rope, ride on Harley and making my horizons even wider than they used to be.

The thing about boundaries is every time you move them a bit further a whole new bunch of experiences smile seductively to you. And you just have to try them and it just feels soooooo good.

But what if one day I let myself into the area not really worth exploring? Or if I find myself jaded by everything I’ve already done and there won’t be anywhere further to go?

***

Something with a bit less of my ego: 5 GREATEST SEX SCENES IN NON-ADULT MOVIES

P.S. I’ve got a shot of me as Venus de Milo from the first scene today. :D