Identity on a Napkin
I scrawled this web address on a napkin and passed it to one of my very best friends. Just in case she couldn’t figure it out, I wrote “I am Pink” beneath it, cementing my reveal. She already knows, partly, about me. But tonight I offered her the whole enchilada.
This is so much a part of me, that it’s hard for me to hide. When discussing sexual matters — as close friends tend to do — I feel less-than-honest when I don’t disclose this. Of course, I could reiterate my desire to be spanked and leave it at that. But this blog…it describes my reasoning in a way that I can’t vocalize.
I’ve always been a shyer person in real life than I am here. I think it’s the nature of anonymity, my super-hero mask. As raunchy as I sometimes am here, I am one of the most demure people you will meet, until you get to know me well. I blush. I get flustered. I rarely swear in public, if at all. Whole paragraphs are written in my mind while people await a simple response. It is just the way that I am.
And so, if she is here, welcome. I know that she won’t judge me. But, just in case, I offer a vanilla-friendly photo to help ease her into my reality.
Shocking, I know.
To B, I love you so. Thank you for tonight. Please stalk me.