Those who follow me and my debauchery have probably wondered what’s been going on with me for the last few months. To put it simply, I’ve been obsessively focused.

I’m happy to say that I’m finally putting myself first. I have tried many times in my life to stand up for what I knew my soul needed, but as a trauma survivor that still suffers the consequences of my abuse, I am afraid of confrontation and had a habit of backing down at the first sign of tension, regardless of my happiness or suffering.

As it currently stands, I have 4 books in me. The first two are about how fucked up the world is, and suggestions on how to fix it and yourself. One is more factually based, the other is more of a memoir. The third book is a collection of debaucherous stories. Some are based in reality, others pure fantasy. The last book is a religious sci-fi, whose sole purpose is to mind fuck Christians into not knowing what the fuck to believe.

The birth of Siren Vixen.

This website was first created as a diary of my debaucherous sexual adventures, love & sex addictions, and the suffering I endured as a result of it. Over time, I have become increasingly aware of the impact that my childhood trauma has had on nearly every aspect of my life. It is now the time to honor that growth and awareness by sharing what I’ve learned and hopefully helping those of you who are just as lost as I once was… Blinded and numbed by the protective veil of denial.

Moving Forward

Of course, I will still entertain everyone with stories of my debauchery and mental illness. In addition to that, I will be creating a number of resource pages focused on trauma, relationships, healing from trauma, and BDSM.

It was my sex addiction and BDSM kink that led me to discovering the things that are “wrong with me”. If you’ve ever felt like you didn’t fit in, just can’t connect with people on the deeper level that you crave, or have wondered “What’s wrong with me?”, then I recommend you stay tuned for helpful insights and resources.

I’m grateful for every second of suffering. For without pain, I would have never found the reason why I continue to exist in a world my heart wasn’t built for.