burlesque, kinky genes and the wellspring of creation...

I have emerged from HELL, leaving Dante and his cuckold of a guide to deal with the fence-sitters and wasps.

Now I find myself in a place of relative security and a metric fuck ton of ideas to manifest into reality. I have started writing all my ideas down in a jumbo sketchbook. I have no idea where this rollercoaster is going but at least i can see whats happening.