Hi I'm Marjory, I'm a sub/switch.
NOT INTERESTED IN MEN
I have a dog and 2 cats.
I have 8 pet rats.
I smoke menthol cigarettes.
I have five tattoos one on my shoulder left side one on my back right shoulder area and one on my left leg upper/outer thigh area and one on my right shoulder. My newest one is a "tramp stamp" (i hate that word) of Marjory.
I'm looking for a Mistress . Dom/Switch/Sub Men need not apply, I'm done with men, forever.
I would love to make new friends Male or Female.
 
Here is where i add a pice of my soul for you all to read. This is a poem i wrote In 2007 and it still remains one of the truest poems about myself to this day.
Alone...
By: Marjory
Love is a white rose
Expensive but pure
Untainted but Lively
But it becomes a red rose
Blooming and opening
But soon it becomes a black rose
dead, cold, unforgiving...
when it returns it is full of thorns
the pain of the many that have come and gone
the pain of the many rejections and loneliness...
I need not...
I never chase a dream I know I cannot catch... for thefall alone may break me further...
This is where my heart grows cold.
I feel the urge to cry again...
But not another night of useless sorrow shed...
Onto a pillow of fake reality
For a dream broken and shattered...
But all I need is someone who will listen and comfort... not run and leave me again...
Someone who will hug and hold me tight, kiss me like time is eternal...
Where for art thou? ...Does thou even exist?... Or am I sought to pine for thee?...
It hurts...
Even the bravest women.
Hurts it worse the poisoned spear.
Appear thee now ...my heavenly angel
I would feel now overjoyed...
Happy...
Calm...
Vanquish all thy feelings of sorrow...
But yet i yearn to hold thee in my arms...
and hear you call my name...
of what....
Come as it may... you hold me spellbound...
A drug with no cure...
My loneliness knows no bounds...
my heart a fragile cage...
Leave me not my heavens' angel...
I pine for thee once again...
Useless tears there they fall...
Unforgiving...
I weep...
I mourn...
where for art thou...?
I need not words, but your voice to speak...
Speak to me my heavens angel...make the words I yearn to hear...
Reach out thy hand, grasp my hand...may you never let me go...
Lest I fall back to Earth, may the ground shatter me now...
Death the embrace, so that I may see your face...
Touch your cheek...hold your hand...
Reality may end for all I care...
I want your warmth, of your love of your embrace... nothing more...
May time stand still where we are now...
I still pine for thee...my heavens angel...
Tears may come...
fall they may
on least forgiving soil...
Does the Earth answer my cry?...
Silence is but my reward...
I weep as I kneel, my feet to the dust...
A drop for each word...
Silent... Unspoken...
I rise my head to the heavens and shout your name...
Inspiration bursts apon my soul.
But my muse where are you...?
Why must you hide from me?
My words they torture, they burn into me, but release the heart within...
For once I was lost but now am found...
Where is my heaven's angel? ...
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