You love my foul mouth. Every custom you order, you beg for my stars n bars bikini.

I'm from the South, heat packing, freedom loving 2A supporting red.

But what if I wasn't?

What if all the trauma, combined with my own evolution, revolutions and some cosmic planetary alignment made me blue?

Then I guess I would love BBC.

I'd probably calm down quite a bit, become far more sensual, take things slower.

I would enjoy your touch, I wouldn't be so reactive. I might even let you get close to me.

Love of all things, all people, but mos...

You love my foul mouth. Every custom you order, you beg for my stars n bars bikini.

I'm from the South, heat packing, freedom loving 2A supporting red.

But what if I wasn't?

What if all the trauma, combined with my own evolution, revolutions and some cosmic planetary alignment made me blue?

Then I guess I would love BBC.

I'd probably calm down quite a bit, become far more sensual, take things slower.

I would enjoy your touch, I wouldn't be so reactive. I might even let you get close to me.

Love of all things, all people, but mostly real love, understanding, and self worship.

It's all part of the process. You're not just a fan. I am your GOD and everything I do is far too existential and arcane for you to comprehend. Just know I am that white girl, and my epidemic is far more dangerous and ravenous than the white girl that wrecked the urban cities in the eighties.

I'm that blue eyed demon, that porcelain skinned ANGEL. You don't understand all these big words, you know I'm smarter than you; manipulative and resourceful.

You just want to please me any way you can. When you experience me squirting like Cassiopeia, you know I have use for you. All slaves and masters evolve. Can you keep up?