Little known fact about PMS. Not every woman becomes a raging bitch once a month. There are others, like me, who are more prone to being sad/depressed than angry.

Hormones affects everyone differently.

Last Friday night, coming home from a night out with friends, I noticed a water-like sound when I turned off my car. I thought it may have been a sprinkler, but it was 3:30am. I popped the hood, and found smoke coming from the engine, and water boiling on top of my air hose.

Commence freak out #1.

Saturday morning, my mother woke me up with news that she was being evicted, yet again, for not being able to come up with rent in time. The job economy in South Florida sucks, to say the least. I had her go to Occupy Fort Lauderdale to join their rally, and she spent the night there.

Sunday morning, she decided to move to Houston. I’m in Houston. How will she get here, where will she stay when she gets here? So many variables.

Commence freak out #2.

Sunday was also my scheduled day to remove my birth control.

Commence hormone insanity.

I spent Sunday feeling off. Feeling combative, defensive, depressed, stressed out, confused, etc

I’ve ridden the city bus to/from work since. Still not sure what’s going on with my car. The not knowing creates anxiety within me, which does nothing to help relieve the stress within me.

At this point, my mother’s situation is stable. Her, her boyfriend & her dog are staying with my father & sister. My parents recently finalized their divorce. Awkward!

She’s probably going to fly here, and ship what she can’t take on the plane. I’ve researched rooming houses for her. She’s going to make the calls to the rooming houses on Friday.

If my car situation doesn’t improve, she may be stuck at the airport. Just looked up bus routes. Hopefully, they’ll let her on the bus with her dog if this happens.

Like I told Master the other day while he was holding me: I know everything will work out just fine. It’s just the in between that’s killing me. It’s the not knowing. It’s the inability to finish a thought/project.

Until that happens, it usually bugs me. Tack on period hormones, and I’m a hot mess.

Good news? I just got my period. On time. Always a plus.

Hello, new blog. I’m Simone. We’ve never met before, but thank you for being here.

I’m 24 years old, and I currently live in Houston, Texas. I come from a working middle class family. I make the most money out of my sister and parents, yet I’m still barely scraping by.

We all are.

I’ve never been much for traditional anything. Once I learned how to play football, I didn’t wear a dress or skirt until I was almost done with puberty. Pink is my least favorite color. Ever. I’m not a girly girl by any means.

So, I guess, without much surprise, that this would translate into my relationships as well. I sometimes call my 18-21 years my trampage, but I also feel that it takes away from all that I experienced during those years.

In sleeping with hundreds of guys, some I still maintain friendships with to this day, I was able to learn what I liked and didn’t like in bed. At the age of 21, I knew what I wanted my career to be, and I knew how I liked to be fucked. I’d say I was pretty ahead of my class.

In 2009, I discovered that the rabbit hole, known as BDSM, was deeper than I imagined. I learned more about myself that year, and experimented with submission, as well as Domination.

I also admitted to myself, and to my partner at the time that I was poly. That admission started the slippery slope to the end of the relationship, but to finally be okay with who I was empowered me like nothing did before.

2010 was a rough year for me. I was in a new state that did not have the kink community that I felt so comfortable in the year before. I spent much of the year feeling trapped, and wanting to run away. It almost did not matter where.

I met my current partner towards the end of September 2010. I didn’t expect anything to change. In fact, I expected to be hurt, crushed, you name it. What happened instead, was I found an equal. Someone who lifts me up, yet still makes me feel dumb sometimes. I think I do the same for him.

My entire outlook on my life changed when I met him.

The theme of 2011 for me is to let go of the past and to move on. As we reach the end of the year, I believe a rebirth of sorts is in order.

Hello, my name is Simone. I am 24 years old, and I identify as a polyamorous sadomasochistic submissive. At this time, I am in a monogamous relationship with my owner, and I’m the happiest I can remember being. We have an interesting relationship in that there isn’t a lot of protocol, nor is there any sort of classic D/s structure. It flows between vanilla and kink seamlessly. I do not wear a collar, or any other piece of jewelry that signifies a collaring, yet there’s a paddle always within reach in our apartment.

I listen to a wide variety of musical genres. I’m mostly a new wave kid at heart though.

This blog won’t just be about my kink exploits. Hopefully. I really want to be able to have a space where I can just get everything out. A therapy space of sorts. This might mean that some entries will be difficult to follow. That’s okay.

Please feel free to ask me questions. I’m a bit of an introvert, so you’ll have to be direct with me.

It was nice to meet you, blog. Let’s be best friends.