Badd Motherf*cker: Badd Brothers
“What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t me. Not anymore, at least. It used to be me, though. Being with Michael had sort of chilled me out, taken the freak out of me. I used to like it kinky. Not, like, super freaky kinky like hardcore BDSM or anything, just…mild wild, if that made any sense. I was crazy. I was lonely, and horny, and had no reason to hold back. It wasn’t Daddy issues, since Daddy was always there for me and was always amazing, but he was a busy guy as one of the better detectives in the Seattle Police Department. I ran wild, what can I say? I wanted attention, I wanted love, I wanted to be wanted. So I’d been a little crazy. Lots of guys, lots of hot and heavy nights and walks of shame the next day. I don’t think anybody really knew the extent of my craziness during those years, because there wasn’t anybody I’d have told. I never really had girlfriends, which was a direct result of Mom abandoning me at such a young age; I didn’t trust women. Never had, probably never would.
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