A bit about me;
Born an awkward prodigy, unfit for the machinations of the hollow, high society schtick I was supposed to pave the inroads for.
(An eerily accurate penchant for predictive pattern recognition and testing verified scores, results, percentiles...useless in any refined context.)
One step short of caged, constantly kept in a state of terror and powerlessness until escaping into the military.
(Ttrpg's and BDSM were my coping tools, art was my expressions as such.)
Combat arms was an oddly peaceful occupation compared to my earlier life. Finished out my 8 years scarred as much internally as externally. Back to civvie life I went.
Marriage, divorce, just about done with everything. Now I just offer advice, counsel, and observations to those who genuinely ask.
I despise humble bragging, hate myself and the innate ability summed up as "too stubborn to just die" that keeps me rattling around. At the end of the day I'm a grizzled vet that is cosplaying as a well-ish adjusted hooman adult.
Idk how to finish this, so...

















