In the early 90’s, I crawled out of the swamp alive.
I was raised by a stack of abandoned Playboy magazines that I found in the woods. I'm absolutely feral; I could kill a rabid manticore and fuck the hell out of you in the same series of motions. I could, but I wouldn't. I love the manticore too much. Join my sites, chat with me on camera and on my socials, and get to know me for yourself.
Also, please print out all of my pictures and build a nest out of them in your den or garage. Fill it with marijuana cigarettes and silver dollars, and one evening, you just might meet me there.
