I was born dying, literally and barely made my first month and year.   No parental touch.   Lots of needles and sleep.  


Yet I knew immediately in the sensory human technology in my wild self, that this want my kind, my place, my pack, I could t see my mom… or any wolf mom I’ve had.

the hole in my human heart kept mostly hidden, very gruffly cute, self determinate self responsible and self governed thoughts and growls and snarls protected, for I would have pushed my mother to passive Ggressie
me w neglectful stupidity if she’d had to experience that in form.  


sge saw in my eyes, my movements, my straying for the s and elders and stories and not toys and rs.



like her, but even more a aun the human world, I had to stay sane by putting anything I could l darn in my eternal  existence and experience.   The wild doesn’t have books and am glad, for evolution and mama earth favor the love of teaching our youth and protecting them w stories and imaginings of true events that remind the teller of the millions s of dna stories,  literally composing their physical universe body or chicle, so to speak, or section of space held by them (rocks and ravines tell as much as a perfect great white whose body is 400 million years perfect so imagine the musings their cultural dna and wisdom remembered provides beneath the skin where water is d to drop an atom…

uncer the sea is not for any weak la d creature that thinks they can just come back after evolving such land tailored suits.



wolves don’t insist,

But squishy, weak, and un armed and unahilded or armored homo-fell off the stupid truck, and at first we Wilde thought it was like a fun first reality tv show on mtv… but then shit got hella cold and kinda frustrating for many wild, and some of this bipedal FYCKS killed our elders, our story tellers… it’s clear that our wild will never be gone,



I am proof… I am a wild in a human because the wild flight was sold out….  This shit is TRASH…



BUT,

I am here with some amazingly human bound brain for English and writing and oration and using words to t so all can hear…



and I know it ain’t MY MOTHER FUCKING ancestral wisdom cuz I DO NOT SPEAK FUCKING HUMAN ANYTHING!!!



we speak energy. Body, clarity. Honesty, music w howls and songs, we have made art in the physical universe on this planet since minutia-lily “animate” life could move.   Rocks and core and space and gasses and physics it the fucking proof that there is anywhere in physical that one thinker and feeliwr and doer and teacher can exist and play w physics, or just watch the game for a bit.



(go be a tree sometime, I fucking have t done that shit I AGES and w

y energy levels, it was a huge grove that got a lot of the elements and flowed and fruit and ants and woooo coooool.



humans deserve the wrath of any beast, in any corner above earths core, form:my ravenous curious and no fucks given for no good reason wildness of wolf pup or shark pup plat at predation and the sexuality of a predation species who lives for their prey and ecology and forest and
as vigorously as for herself.



i digress.

im founding a path simply as a wolf w her pack (family and babies and siblings and aunties and all) who got to the rise were following to our next chill spot, but it DUMPED like 6 fluffy soft almost breathable Sierra feet and I’m gonna enjoy bounding into that bliss and ALSO sacrifice my full belly so my babies and elders can keep theirs warmer longer.


it started w bdsm and sex.



 Humans have sex as a spiritual event  well, haha, in Thor dumb  odies… and when you find the right prey, the right preymate, you know as a human they are your live mate… I am primal, as humans say.   As a woman, I am mother of the younger, always have been, and as such, I lead hunts to teach, and for curiosity, and then… the close I got to the right preymate and live mate… the more I found myself experience human  sexual extacy in energy MORE than the exquisite body sex.

i have to remember I can’t stay gripped on her neck and jugular muscles w my more male sized but womanly Basque jaws.

and she melts beneath me grip, both of us want the beautiful glory and energy unifying agreement that some specifies have made in pact together:



we, the herd, must stay strong or you will run out of food and your babies will die…  we don’t want that for you anymore than for ourselves…



we the predator, the keystone family and firm matriarchy, will guard this secret pact between those species of you that agree, and we will never chase the most perfectly muscled and fast, and FUN TO CHASE, for your babies need them and the family needs to hear stories of last leaders and current teachers are the ones we will seek, the ones with no stories not already told in every iteration they care

to this time… they want to be chased and look honorable to the youth, and yet, they will enjoy the time in your wolves or corvid bellies, and the shit parts of with the most SLOW molecules will have the least nutrition and will help all th others around.



ywah, if we fail you’ll have to keep those lusty little mammals in line, 



but that moment t of a predator taking their prey to death ns sacred.  You have no idea how important and humbling full of honor the keystone spreciea worship and elate in the sadness and grace of being any creatures last beating heart sound, and warm embrace…



unless you are like me: wild and the mother or father, or uncle who never doesn’t remind the wee ones how and killing is NEVER done in haste, with ought all options considered, or with agreement and balance.



In nature and evolution and earth (in Basque Mythology, I worship Mari most), the species living in this sacred peace and solemn solidarity to serve their own species, AND maybe even MORE so, to serve every living thing they see…



those creatures have proven the rewards of living in the morality of wild, the exhalation in the hunt,

wolves and cloven creatures have succeeded on every continent.   Great whites swim in every sea.



mari gives them the choice of more space and variation for more fun and learning, and because their pact, their marriage of herd and pack, their populations have spread with health and without much change needed, and with enough resources,



and not till man, did the loss f that natural church become burned and charred.

May the English coming from my basque genes and all my ancestors as human, may it reach those of you…

for we are far more than they, and at this point, most of us are in human…  we can’t rebalance with peace:  



woman up

man up

if you conceive, that child is your new god or goddess.   
if you’re lovemated as human or wild, you know… our kind follows eachother in life a d death.



MOTHER THE FUCK UP, YONGER AND OLDER LADIES OF CHILD LABOR AND LOVE!!!!



working on organizing this human English shit into more actionable or cultural or community or nature worship ways, and need help or shortly worded feedback   


English is not my first or 1,000th language guage.   Ask the robins and crows and birds and beasts around me.   Human faces do have the cool skill od learning g other species la guages   So many birds are WAY BETTER,



but it’s decent.



will be:

www.bigbadlittlered.com

bigbadlittleredways@


510-994-6776 or 961-488-8522

wolf  tacy traverso

pronouna:  mom, MOMMMM, MOMmy?, mother, etc… as my sons

basque Mapuche Celtic gaelic



happy hunting loving fucking and lusting

You wake up in a dimly lit room with your arms bound behind your back and legs pried open with ropes.. Your vision, still foggy from the , began taking in your surroundings. A dilapidated basement with water damaged ceilings and exposed insulations in places where the drywall has rotted away. The hard concrete floor is grey and cracked around the edges. White drag marks and darkened stains spread unevenly across its surface, punctuated by a single drain at the center. Above it, a lonely old light bulb hangs from an exposed wire buzzes quietly as it casts its yellow light on your surroundings. Before you stand an old dressing mirror. Through its reflections, you can see a dimly lit wire frame bed stashed in a corner of the room and some wooden boxes laying haphazardly on the floor.. You stare at your own reflection.. A pitiful looking girl with towel-gaged mouth and tightly bounds limbs looks back at you with tears in her eyes. A sense of dredd rises from deep within you.. a primal instinctive .. you need to get out NOW! Your eyes darted frantically around you as your fingers shakily searches for anything to grab hold of, making faint scratching sounds against the wooden pole it is tied to..

Then.. you heard it..

A faint *sigh floated from the shadows behind you.. and the rusty bed creaked slowly. Your breath catches in your chest, and you watch in horror as a dark shadow slowly sat up from his place of slumber. Your body is frozen as some primal instincts took hold, cutting off all control. You watch as the shadow slowly approaches, stepping into the light. Yet your petrified phyche couldn't register any details. The only thing your mind can focus on were its cold, snake-like eyes... The figure knelt down behind you, and you feel icy fingers slowly crept past your waist as they snaked towards your bound breasts.. digging and dragging, inch by inch, it violated your flesh and sends shivers down your spine.. there is no escape.. You feel a hot breath on your neck and the whispers of a voice dripping with venom.. "You are mine now.."

Kinky Date18 to 80 years ● 550km around Canada Vancouver
BDSM Play Partner50 to 70 years ● 50km around USA Florence

First off, I am neurodivergent , meaning sometimes I dont get a lot of "unspoken" social cues, so I would need to be told... a lot... I also have a few environmental allergies so I usually have a few things on me like medications and my inhaler I am also engaged but we are open/ poly and he knows I look for others to play with. his drive is lower than mine

I am looking for someone that is able to host in my area or at least nearby my area, and preferably at these times:

weekdays:
9 am to 2 pm , (except for doctors appointments)
week nights:
8 pm to 2 am ( overnights are okay as well)

weekends : can be a little tricky, Im usually pretty busy on weekends but every so often I will have a weekend or two off a month, though Im thinking sundays are probably my least busy days.

Play:
above all I crave these things:
Passion/affection, touch , and penetration .

Someone that is respectful, confident, and playful ,

usually wins me over much more than arrogant, stubborn, and bullying ever will.

( though of course I do enjoy dirty talk )

I also crave more experiences in life and want a few other things only this area can give me.

I wish to experience more in these fields/things :

Primal , ropes, "knives"/claws/wheels

wax, penetrative / stretching toys, pumps,

harnesses, leashes , massage ...

theres probably a few here im forgetting but I hope the general gist comes to mind and other things can be added

heres also a few things im NOT into:

Im NOT into:

// *** ( some markings and sex on period is okay for me but nothing huge)

tasting/ ingesting fluids ( im sensitive to tastes and doesnt help my gag reflex) but I do enjoy giving blow jobs before penetration ,

dirty talk that leads into territories of weight

tickling

"permanent " things like hair cuts, piercings, tattoos etc.

Other things I would also enjoy from this arrangement:

someone who is patient and compassionate,

someone who doesnt let me be lazy too much, but will make me take a break when I need it

someone who can help me with some health issues, or beginning things like exercises, stretches, diets, etc.

someone who can listen to me ramble but also know when to cut me off and hold me and tell me things are going to be okay,

someone who will check in on me on a regular basis even if Im unable to come over,

a few other things about me in general:
I enjoy anime, rom coms, musicals, scifi/ fantasy, comedy, some video games and arts and hope to have more vanilla experiences someday too!

I know this is kinda lengthy but Thank you to those that have made it this far, as for the play list, it doesnt have to be all, I know most people only have a few of these interests or experiences, but at the same time I would like to experience them in general in life, even if I have to find another partner for those others specifically.

BDSM Play Partner30 to 50 years ● 50km around USA Fort Smith

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