I live near the ocean, and every time I walk on the beach, it looks different. The wind, the waves, birds and every thing else that comes in contact with the sand makes its impression. Big or small it has an impact. But in the end, it’s still sand.

And so as I live my life, every day I am also slightly different. Everything big or small has an impact on me. But in the end, I am still me.

No one, other than myself truly knows all of me. Family, friends and acquaintances all know parts of me. Some know more than others. Some think they know more then they really do. 

Seriously, can you think of any one person who if you were no longer here, could truly tell us everything about the real you? All of your thoughts and desires? The answer is no. We all have layers upon layers of thoughts and feelings. Some evolve, some change, and there are those feelings that stay with us for a lifetime. We have feelings that lie dormant until triggered by a memory, an experience…or an emotion. There are those thoughts and feelings we share….and those we keep to ourselves. I’m a complex person. Even I do not understand fully who I am. I’m an artist with my own unique style & genre, mostly women. I’m an author who enjoys writing erotic stories, many are from personal experiences.

I suppose it’s fair to say both are a reflection of who I am? To what degree I do not know.