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Ethan Graves, gentleman sadist, occasional masochist, at your service. I am a renaissance man of sorts, always trying to develop new talents in the arts and sciences of aesthetics, decadence, and debauchery. I have experimented with almost every part music, playing several instruments. my recent endeavors have been more focused on finding the best music for play. I am a poet, or at least have published poetry, and in no small quantity, and have had several people tell me that I am a poet, which is enough, I suppose. As of late, I have stopped writing poetry intentionally, though it still happens on its own from time to time. I have a level of expertise, or at least an enthusiastic appreciation for wine, beer, and liquor, and a great understanding of how to handle them, though not always with grace. Although I do have a delightful submissive who ought to do most of the kitchen work for me, my skills with the culinary sciences are constantly improving.
Of course, there is also the noblest endeavor one can engage in: the science of sadomasochism. This is the new field in which I am gradually attaining a level of mastery (pun not intended).
Traveling this path has been more like a rapid fall down a rabbit hole.
Who am I to complain?
I don't take this lifestyle too seriously. I live it, love it, every hour of every day, and love it enough to defend it to the point of ridicule. Just as I love my sub, I love this lifestyle, and mock both constantly. We are a show of paradox wrapped in absurdity, and we love it, all of us. If we did not, why would be here in the first place? |
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