Why nice people are who they are. I want to take this time to thank all the inspirational and wonderful people here in NN. We are so lucky to have the lives we live and even more so lucky for the graciousness we are surrounded with. No matter what skin color you have, what sexual preference and gender you are or economic background you come from, you are unique and wonderful human beings. Some have it easier than others and then some, but we should not forget our and other's humanities. Many people take things for granted and try to "hide" their excuses behind other excuses and even worse, confuse ignorance as defense.
Now to my point, yes I am a breast cancer survivor. I had the wonders and joy of stage 2b invasive ductal carcinoma breast cancer of which metastasized to some of my lymph nodes. At the age of 35, I was at the height of my sexual goddessness and I got this...cancer diagnosis. I thought to myself, oh well it couldn't be all that bad right? To my surprise, I was in for a hell of long haul of human strength tests. My ever so living angels coasted me through my journeys. The year long and what turns out to be two year long of chemotherapy (and clinical trials, yayyy lucky me I get to give my share to science), radiation therapy and culmination of my bi-lateral mastectomy and personal choice of bi-lateral latissimus dorsi flap reconstruction was the least of my worries. There were the days of hair loss, skin, food and human sensitivities, physical and mental fatigue, emotional and physical stress and a few hospital bouts. I was lucky. Very lucky. At the height of my diagnosis, my ignorant, spoiled brat and egotistical boyfriend (and he was not even all that or near a bag of chips) messed with my heart. He was on and off again with his stance on our status. He put strain on my already wrecked emotion and eventually dumped me high and dry. He gave me the whole nine yards of male excuses (aka BS) of how I should look, feel and act during my ordeal. I understood it was not all about me, but the basics of the relationship began to unravel itself. I was dealing with the fact that I was going to loose my 38DD bussom. For the longest time, my long and gold mane, full sexy 38DDs secret weapons and cola shape physique was going to get pushed aside and tested time and time again. The me I was accustomed and reigned with was all going to be taken away from me. No longer was I going to be the vixen of my block. My new identity was going to be the invisible girl.
My joys? I met NN. I met good people. I met good, real, fun, mature and positive adults. You will get your heres and theres, but overall I have had more so positives then negatives being involved with any one group. Ever. This is NN. You giveth and you taketh. What's your crusade? What's your joy? What's your play? Good, clean, sexy and satisfying FUN I hope. The joys I have acquired from NN has been splendid. Although my breasts and identity of 'ole is gone, my sexy is still here and here to stay. Sexy is what you are and how you live it. Live it large or go home. So, what now? Life. You only have one of it and this is your chance, make your splash. A huge thank you to NN and few "unmentionables", you know who you are. Here's to my fellow NN'ers and sexy sisters....thank you for being you and thank you for bringing sexy back and having it always here. Take your bow and make it glorious. Glow and bask in your glory. Amen. | 
