It’s a little bit funny, just a few weeks ago I made a post where I was admitting, or at least thinking, I had become asexual. Then the past month happened. Sit down dear followers, and settle in for the story of how I have begun to find the real me again. It includes how I’m becoming a sex fiend again, but more importantly I am rediscovering my loving passionate side again. That girl that used to wear her heart on her sleeve, and could approach people without being afraid of what they wanted from me, or how they would eventually hurt me.