Just finished a show tonight. One fire number, one burlesque number. First time a routine has broken me. It's more or less a depression recovery piece to Pink's Fucking Perfect. Considering I've had it my whole life difficult routine complete with words I've heard and thought that helped get me to horrible places. And it's the Moorelighthearted emotionally charged routine I have (the other is to Johnny Cash's version of hurt).
But I realized right now I feel like four of the words I had written on myself.
Woodsmith: My husband
Merry: Tig's wife/slave
N8: Merry's boyfriend/owner
Elle: N8 girlfriend
Ruby: Part of the Leather Family
Logan: Leather Sir in the Family
Arc: Logan's boy
Holly: Leather family
K: Holly's sub