Hold me, my name is Charlaine. I'll be horny for half of my lifetime. The other fifty percent I'll be in postmodern sexual frustration. I hate sex. I'll take making love if it's offered. Otherwise, I love fucking. You assume things (as all humans do) about me. Most true, some truer than you believe. However, few of the more important ones are paradoxes (being more false than real). "This" is bullshit for I am fucking with you because my name is "Kiaa" and what you can firmly assume about me is that I love everyone that is insane, interesting, beautiful, and pretty. I hate peas.