Sissy
By day, I’m basically a well-dressed hurricane—sharp-tongued, cool-headed, and terrifyingly honest. Picture a bossy librarian who moonlights as a human lie detector. I don’t sugarcoat, I salt.
But p**l back the blazer and sarcasm, and surprise! Underneath the snarky exterior lies a soft, chaotic gremlin who yearns for emotional whiplash. I crave the kind of raw, messy connection where masks melt, egos crumble, and dignity gets gently kicked in the teeth—for love, obviously.
I get it—this isn't everyone's cup of trauma-healing tea. I'm not here for small talk or performative "vibes." I want someone who gets the sacred art of power exchange—where being emotionally drop-kicked is a love language, and being deeply seen (and maybe a little roasted) is the ultimate intimacy.