Megan Kay: Exposé

Disclaimer: I am an aspiring author
Disclaimer: I am human
Disclaimer: I am

Ok… Now that’s sorted, I have a few things that sit upon my chest, and I feel that they are causing a certain amount of interference with my continuance on this path.

So, this, is the Megan Kay: Exposé

A delve into my time
in the twittersphere if you will.
Ready??
I’m not… *Grits teeth*

I’m a multi account user.
It began as one.
Megan K…
Funny, I’m back to square one after 15months of running around the twitterverse adorning all kinds of masks…
So, Megan morphed into Grey-sessed…
Because if there’s going to be three or four films, Ian Somerhalder should be the one we’re all ogling!
Don’t get me started Bomer fans!
What could be better than a Vampire turned Dominant…? (Rhetorical)
*Lifts the hand for you to talk to*

Anyway, my kinky time on twitter, was born from there.
Hubby and I opened a joint account.
That lasted about six weeks before we decided that we wanted to play separately. And play, we did!
Eye was born. Under the covers of Masked Mayhem, Eye, was able to share all of my deviant desires.
If you know anything about me, or this account, you’d know, that I am an explorer of both sides of the D/s lifestyle.
To put it mildly, I enjoy both ends of the crop.
To put it truthfully, how I live my private life, really has nothing to do with anybody other than me, my husband, and those we choose to share our story with.
Let the fun begin!
Just who eye am.

Eye teased, and taunted, men and women worldwide, excluding Australia, due to not wanting to bump into a follower in real life.
Eye never took a roleplay partner for it was limiting, to my goal.
And that goal, was to fuck as many tweeps with my words that I could.
I was soon labeled an RP whore.
The people that I wrote with, always knew, that I was only there to expand my writing skills.
Yeah… That didn’t go down too well, as unbeknown to me, twitter is actually a free to finger dating site.
My bad…
Over time, I have found some of the most wonderful people.
I’ve written filthy sex scenes of blood lusted submission and Dominance, with some truly twisted minds.
Been taken into some of the most outrageously humiliating sides of debauchery, and loved how truly disgusting two people’s minds could be when the trust and respect for the word was present.
What I have found, is that the freedom to be anybody and experience all, can be found within these splendid letters.
Eye was hated, as much as admired. With an ever growing number of erotic pictures on my phone, 7k to be accurate, Eye pleasured a plethora of erogenous zones.
Now I say Eye, because, she was a character, a vampire switch.
Not human. Not available. Not real.
What a joke!
Behind the lines, the most heart wrenching emotions were confronted. Tweeps turning into friends, that then just disappeared over night. Stalkers, opening multiple accounts and harassing my timeline and dms, and love, be it warranted or unrequited, love for another writer, friend, human was imminent.
With love, comes hate…
I always strived to enter upon any twitterationship with honesty, and the united metaphoric handshake, that I was not here to hurt anybody.
Unfortunately, not all have come with that same agenda, nor care factor, so a few blocks here and there were thrown, to me, and from me…
Now… I don’t hide that I’m married, and most of my writer friends are married also. A bind that allows a little freer reign with the words.
I will say, that through my journey, there is only one man, that has shared me with his wife, and they, will forever hold a special place in my heart. Although, live on the opposite end of this huge orb we dwarf daily.
There must be something in the thrill of the secret that has so many brilliant minds unable or unwilling to share their true selves with the loved one that shares their bed.
I don’t know how they manage it, and frankly, I don’t envy it for a second! Each and every experience my hubby and I have had upon this journey, has been shared and traveled together.
To be quite honest, after 21 years together, I could truthfully say that twitter has strengthened our unity.
Anyway…
Back to the plot…
4k followers and six months later, I realised that my writing was being lost beneath the pictorial pleasures, so next step, Miss Tiff Eying…
Time to write erotica.

And that I did, until one day, a little more of Megan snuck through the mask and then a bit more, and so on and so on… Tiff became Megan.
I had people crushing on me, as Megan, ‘not for my words’…
Do you know how insulting it is for a writer to hear that it’s not your words that they’re interested in?
Let me just say, it crushed me.
Yes, I have a mighty ego. I thoroughly enjoy live, interactive word play.
I also have a serious twittaddiction.
I adore having three mornings a day! Mine, Englands, and Americas…
With the rest of the day spent welcoming the whole world into the day I’ve just finished.
Beneath all these masks, I found me. I found the freedom to explore my writing styles, the immense amount of adoration that I have for so many people I’ve never met, and most likely never will. But most of all, I found that each moment spent reading others masked minds has assisted mine in expanding to a point where I’m finally comfortable with who I am.
I would never admit how many hours I’ve spent on my timeline. What I will say, is that I left my job, to stay at home and write, and so far, a year has past, with no book, not even close.
I do have, some of the most priceless friendships I’ve ever had.
I do have 60+ blogs that are getting more personal and legible as I grow.
I do have a brand new account that is dedicated to the unmasked me.
Megan Kay.
I do have a delicious husband, three sons, a wonderful family, and as of two days ago, real life friends reading my words.
I do have a long way to go.
I do have an immense amount of respect for each path I cross, be it for a lifetime, a few moments, or a breath.
I do have passion pumping through my veins.
I do have a journey ahead of me that I am totally freaked out by, and simultaneously elated by the possibilities that will be presented to me, when the universe desires.
I do have a heart that holds compassion, I am touched, by every word that I read, and the soul that experienced it, and then chose to share it, with me, and the world.
I do know, that I am responsible for each word I write.
I do know, that I am learning with each passing moment.
I do know, that I have love.
I am love
I am Me
I am
Let’s do this!