For the sake of conversation, you may call me Kira. That's a pen name obviously. I use it to maintain my anonymity and because my real name is embarrassing, a result of my mother reading one too many bodice rippers during pregnancy. It could have been worse, I have an older brother named Fabio which proves once again that sometimes reality is far more bizarre than anything I could make up. I'm never going to model cloths on a runway because... 1: I tend to wander up and down between a size eight and ten depending on the time of month and my access to dark chocolate peanut M&Ms, and... 2: Red heads with big boobs don't seem to be very popular with gay clothing designers right now. 3: I'd be a hooker before I'd be a model. Seriously, I feel like at least a prostitute provides a valuable service for the money. To me, the young women of high fashion are merely self-contained reality shows where you get to watch them self-destruct on misplaced adulation, criticism and calories. Being a runway modelbot would just be too humiliating to me. I own three pairs of shoes if you count my galoshes and flip-flops and my foul weather gear is the most expensive item in my hanging locker. Also, I live alone aboard my 29 foot sail boat, the S/V Noneyabidniz. She and I just left Florida heading north on the ICW and hope to complete the Great Loop sometime in the next when the hell ever. Not in any hurry, I plan on smelling a lot of seaweed along the way. As to what exactly brought on my fascination with the Zoo lifestyle? Who knows for certain? It's often blamed on past trauma, particularly as a child, but as far as I know, I have never been poked, prodded, fondled or violated by anyone except when I encouraged it. We were a large family with several dogs and a string of cats but the idea of having sex with one of them never occurred to me till I was in my early twenties and living with Bobby, my college sweetheart. It was his fantasy and his boxer/lab mix (Hondo wasn't a pretty animal, but he had a heart of gold) that started me down this road. So if peering through the window of my mind hasn't scared you off yet, why not step inside and have a seat where the couch is soft and the beer is always cold. You can watch my fantasies unfold, but be forewarned; some things cannot be unseen and given time, they can take root, and grow... PS; Where ever you are Hondo, I still miss you... PPS; Please, if you download this series i...
