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It's been 12 years since I've been on this site. So much has changed. It surprises me that it took so long to start to feel like myself again. After my life sort of imploded, me leaving and moving 1400 miles away from the world I knew, and here I am again.
It took a while, but I found my tribe again. I found them in the fetish night clubs of Emerald City, where the thick air takes me to strange and new places. Exciting places.
I bared my fangs freely in that kind of environments. Feeding on the free-flowing ambient energies, always leaving feeling light and euphoric. I got people coming up to me, asking me where I got my teeth. "Who made you?" They'd ask. I made them. They were mine. I end up getting invited into the underground clubs in the City, making friends and connections.
Upstairs in the 'Velvet Room', where the kink tastings were, I had a 'reawakening', so to speak. Between the shibari and the tattooer there, I could smell the hemoglobin in the air. I could sense the adrenaline. It brought me back.
Back in Arizona, where I found refuge in the guerilla suspension parties in my friend's backyard, the smell of blood and sex in the air, being told to follow to after parties, where I had a beautiful creature follow me around. Her bare curves flushing pink. I, freshly bandaged from hanging from 4 hooks in my shoulders. It felt like a surreal dream. It was my rite of passage. I flew with the Gods that night.
I started making fangs for the self-identified Vampyres in that area, which I was freshly new at it, making maybe a few sets a year. Now, it's wild to me that I make over 50 sets a season.
I felt like this was my awakening.
The fangs, to me, represent my carnal nature. They are my empowerment, and I feel blessed that I can offer that to others.