It's almost three in the morning, and I should definitely be in bed, but THIS HAPPENED:

And now I'm drinking very hot chocolate and cooling off the soreness of my left upper/outer thigh with an ice pack.

So yeah, hard to sleep. Instead, I'm taking gratuitous bathroom mirror shots of how my body looks. 

I love that you can see I'm standing on my toilet.

There are many more photos, including many taken while 

THIS HAPPENED, 

but they're sleeping on random photographers' digital cameras as I type.

Gratuitous shots of my bottom and I don't know what... 

Because I was laughing and smiling and sighing and had my eyes closed while cuffed to the cross in a large, full fetish club.

Better than my usual in bed by ten Friday night.

I blame the Fool Moon.

I have zero drug history. Aside from caffeine maybe.

But this?
Subspace is a pure substance.