I've known Diana Trees for many years. A vicious woman with an eye for art and an ear for good writing.

Diana's Blog

Check it out. She's finding you.

I know now. I feel it as truth. This is it. All there is. Too anti-social for outside; all that's left is inner. I feel guilty. But I'm sure I'll get used to that. No need for serious. But I do wonder about Jimi's needle.

Annie Lennox

I'll never forget the first time I heard your voice; saw you with those cows in the field; Sweet Dreams.

I knew then the song was for me.

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I'll never forget that moment, and how
I still love you.

Day Two in this bloody place, and all I can say is that deviantART is not intuitive. Largely a pain in the ass to use. Hard to figure out. I don't know that it's actually worth the trouble and effort.

I'll see. I'll know. Later

For now, the tattoo heals. Pictures? Maybe.

I am Bloodfetish. The original. The real. The first Bloodfetish on the Web. I still have the domain name: [link]

Yep. That's me. Tattoo riddled and bloody.

I don't know anything about this site yet, other than the bloody lovelies here and there. I'm off to learn more.