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My life is my own. I have come full circle.

Time has come for me to emerge… I have risen from the ashes a whole person. I am stronger for having been baptized by fire. I am a new woman. These are some fundamental truths about me:

I mix primal passion with a profound need to uncover the mysteries of life and death.

My emotions run deep and my faculty of intuition is remarkably accurate.

People are only afraid of the dark because it reminds them of the dark corners of their mind they have been afraid to touch. I run to the darkness with wild abandon now. Living in fear is not living at all. I want to feel alive...not regret.

Where is a Modern Primitive Man who can match my passion, drive and ambition? I am looking for one who can relate to my need to transcend my physical pain and revel in our vicarious suffering to release our inner demons and reach higher spiritual enlightenment.

The one who knows and craves the power within primal energy. I want someone to share that primal energy with. I want to touch his demons in the dark as he reaches deep inside of me to touch mine.

Leather is who I am, my bike is what I am into (and so much more). I touch down and then take flight again. If you want to get to know me, you have to keep up with me. I won’t slow down unless I am so motivated. So, motivate me.

My spiritual journey is taking me deeper into the Primal side of my being. I am in preparation for a vertical chest suspension. It is my personal journey to the core of my soul. There are many things in life I have come to believe in. The one thing I must truly believe in… is myself.

I am passionate in all that I do. I work, play and love with everything I have.

I listen to music that moves me at a given moment. Music in all forms creates energy. What energy am I seeking to create? I do not limit myself to any one genre. I am open to listening and embracing all kinds of music. If you have something to share with me, please do so.

My movie-going days are pretty much done. It is a waste of two+ hours of my day and I don’t really have time to waste like that. I find much more entertainment in the real life antics of people. I prefer to grab a bag of popcorn, sit on a park bench and watch the variety of shows around me. People are a never ending source of entertainment.

As for TV...History Channel, Discovery and dumb reality shows..lol

I live alone so TV is moreso used to fill the house with noise. Sometimes it is just too quiet for me.

Iron John has been a fascinating book for me to read and re-read. I bought it for someone else and well, it didn't resonate with him. I started reading it and was drawn into it.

The same day I bought that book I bought Women Who Run With the Wolves.

It is an interesting combination and illustrates nicely who I am and why my resources for finding a partner are so limited.

Oh sure, I can have plenty of sex if that is all I wanted. As much as I want sex, it just isn't the same without that charge. That fire that ignites deep inside and rages to the surface of my skin.

It takes energy to create that inferno.

I admire those who have left a legacy behind, changed the world for the better and/or sacrificed for the sake of the greater good.

As I ponder my own mortality, I wonder what my legacy will be. How will *I* make this a better world to live in? What will I leave behind?

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HAHA.. My garage just got totally cleaned out this weekend! Had to make room for my new baby.. her name is Gypsy. :)

2006 Ninja 500R.

Man, I could have a field day with this question.

Oh.. you mean motorcycles?? haha!

I started on a Ninja 250 back in 1990. Rode it like I stole it. I was a cocky bitch with no respect. I jumped on bikes and rode the hell out of them. It didn't matter what size they were...or who they belonged to. I just had to ride.

I learned the hard way about seven years ago exactly what not respecting the beast between my legs (boys.. get your mind out of the gutter) get you. 50+ yards of asphalt surfing and a hospital bill from hell.

Tips for chicks..

Don't look "hot" on the bike. You don't look hot sliding and it is really not hot having the ER techs plucking you like a chicken when the boa trim on your "hot" shirt fuses into your arm and stomach. Wear the right gear.

Next tip is for anyone who makes a habit of lending their bikes to people.

If your bike is modified in any way to maximize performance.. please let the person know! If it looks stock..sounds stock.. some dumbass cocky person (aka Me back in the day) is going stupidly assume it is stock. Ok.. so I spaced on the sliders..should have been my first clue. But, to have it modified for Willow Springs and then forgetting to tell the person you are going to just let hop on and take it for a spin.. well.. that is one way to get your girlfriend pissed off at you (if the person hopping on and eating shit is another girl..and it is HER bike!!!! I swear I did not know that part!).

Oh many lessons were learned that night.

That was February 2nd, 2001. I was forbidden to get on another bike afterwards or "He" would leave me. I was scared shitless. I didn't have a bike anyways. So..I walked away.

That seven year itch hit.. he is gone and I am back. I have my bike. I just haven't found my balls just yet. Hey, I am honest. I am still trying to convince myself that yes I screwed up but for ten years I was either really lucky or I have skills. Ten years is a long time for someone to be that lucky. I do have skills.