Started wrestling Greco-Roman in 6th grade and stuck with it through high school, mostly in the 167–189 classes. Made Central Coast Sectionals three times, so yeah… I’ve definitely spent a solid chunk of my life throwing people around and making it look good.

I’ve always been naturally athletic — wrestling just happened to be the one that stuck and turned into something real.

From 2010–2017, I wrestled on Kink.com’s Naked Kombat. And yes — those matches were mostly real. I won almost all of them… except for a few moments where I was politely told to “lose with dignity” because my partner either couldn’t or wouldn’t take my 9" D*** 🙄
Other than that? Very real matches. Very real outcomes.

I’m currently getting back into a structured workout routine, so consider this my comeback arc — stronger, sharper, and honestly a little more dangerous than before.

Let’s get one thing straight:
I’m into real wrestling. Real control. Real competition.

I do like sexual wrestling, absolutely — but the gear matters.
Those overly “sexy” cut-up singlets? ...meh, I'll wear em if I'm getting paid to do so.
But if you give me a real, legit wrestling singlet? That's what will get me hard and go hard.
If that’s not available… then we can just skip the middleman and wrestle naked.

I’ve had open heart surgery and broke my neck… and still came back stronger, with a better heart and more endurance than before. So no, I’m not fragile — just upgraded 😼

Outside the mat: I love chopping wood (yes, actually), I’m completely food-obsessed, and roller coasters are basically my own personal Jesus at this point.

Yet closely behind in interests would be:
Snowboarding, traveling or climbing a tree — I’m always down for something new whether it's people or places I love to explore.

I’m also a furry — big floofy tail included. It’s part of the vibe, take it or leave it cuz I ain't changing.

Total cat person. Dogs are cool tooi guess… they just don’t know they’re not cats.
😼[Cats rule & dogs drool!]😼

FAIR WARNING: I’ve got pretty bad ADHD and I suck at communication sometimes.
That means:
• I might take a bit to respond
• I might get distracted mid-convo
• I might come back later like nothing happened

It’s not you. It’s just my brain doing parkour.

As for everything else…

Dom/sub = vers
positionally = vers
FF = vers
kissing = vers(duh)
orientation = vers
Just in general = VERS

EXCEPT:
scat = no
blood = No
underage = NO
Donald Trump = HELL NO

So yeah… I’ll f*** with just about anything that walks
…as long as it walks on two legs and can pay taxes (not that they have to, but you get the idea) 😹