About
Growing up I was considered by all to be a “good girl”. This due mostly to my father being the Presbyterian minister on the resort island where we lived. Over time, I grew to hate how I was considered, and so much wanted to shed this reputation. This is where my story begins, which I have been writing to better understand how I became an exhibitionist. It started physically, but I believe even the telling of this story is related to my exhibitionist tendencies. I have come to enjoy not only showing but telling.
This is a long story, so over time I will add to this thread in parts, occasionally jumping around in time. I have taken many pictures and videos over the years, which often connect to my stories. I hope share these as well, if allowed.
I very much appreciate anyone who will indulge.
Mid-1990s I found myself in an unfortunate situation. I had married young, and it had gone very bad. I could not bring myself to tell my minister father that I was getting a divorce. So, I found myself without a place to stay, and pretty much just the clothes on my back. However, I knew a couple of guys, Brandon and Mark, who were starting a video editing business. It was low-budget, so instead of a proper office, they ha...
I have had exhibitionist tendencies since I was young. In an effort to better understand, I have given much thought to how this developed over the years. My first related memory is from when I was still living in my parent’s house. There was a large window in the upstairs bathroom. It was always uncovered because it was located such that it was not exposed to the neighbors or street. One would have to be on our roof to se...
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