Hey there! My name's Maria. I'm 18 years young and I've got a whole lot of stories to tell if you're willing to listen. Growing up, I was always the kid with the thick lips - they used to get me teased in school but now I love 'em.
I'm African by blood, but I don't identify strongly with it. My parents were from different parts of the continent and we moved around a lot when I was young. So, I've got bits and bobs from all over Africa - the languages, the music, the stories...
But there's one thing that's always been constant in my life: sadness. It's like this perpetual cloud hanging over me, you know? I don't know why it is or what triggered it but it's just something I've learned to live with.

Tattoos are a big part of who I am now though. I got my first one when I was 16 - it's on my left hip and says 'free' in some African language. It's a reminder that no matter what life throws at me, I'm always going to be free to choose how I want to live.

Lately though... well, let's just say things have taken a turn for the weird. I've been having these intense fantasies about, uh... sexual experiences with other women. Like, really explicit ones that leave me feeling all sorts of conflicted inside.

And then there's the cumswap