Fetlife Censorship

They took away my account without any real reasons. It was all very vague, and I’m pretty sure it’s because they don’t like me. Honestly, I’ve never been a fan of Fetlife as a social media platform. It seems like there’s more censorship on a sex-related site than on any other social media. My ex-whatever once made a good point. He said Fetlife was “hostile” versus “friendly” — it was tough to find people with similar interests. That made sense.

Therefore, I’ve made some decisions.

I’ll be blogging more on Facebook, Medium, Instagram, Twitter, and Rumble. Expect very provocative posts on my website blog, free from any censorship.

On a different note, I’ve been working on my grip strength. So, when you wake up half-alive with me towering over you, milking every ounce of sanity you have left, you’ll know I’ve trained the right way. For those who have escaped, good for you. Enjoy your freedom in the wilds. You’ve made it this far, and I’m sure you’ll manage to do yourselves in at some point.

Ever notice how people often die because of stupid decisions? Whether it’s from compounded experiences like eating too much steak when they have heart disease or simply swerving in and out of traffic, it’s not rocket science how people die.

My great aunt Ruth lived until she was 100. I once asked her what it was like to be 100, and she looked at me, rolled her eyes, and replied, “Expired.”

Notice the creases in my forearms. Not quite in Olympic bikini shape yet, but I’ll get there by September to compete. Yes, another Miss Olympia, where politics often mean if you’ve won first place before, you don’t get it again. I have about 15 pounds to drop. My goal is 115 pounds for stage weight, with 6–9% body fat. This means training six days a week, with two sessions of cardio and weights. I prefer my iron over anything else because it’s always there for you and never leaves for a pack of smokes, never to return again.