I figured I'd get everyone up to speed on who I am and why I'm doing this. I was born and raised in sunny California. My dad wanted more children and so he adopted me. My new mother hated me, and so the story begins. I had the typical traumatic childhood, losing my dad at age thirteen. I have never blamed any past events on my current mental status... Let's face it, as an adult you can pretty much surmount anything you choose to.

I became an emancipated minor and lived on my own at 13. I looked older which helped me in two areas... Getting jobs and older men. I was a pediphile's dream, but smart enough not to fall victim. More traumas, blah blah... and somewhere in between I managed to find myself and get out on the other side into adulthood.

I was a late bloomer on the web. REALLY late. I found it in late 2000, but brushed it off as a means to get info. Then it happened. My friend sent me a link to a gore site. My stomach flipped. I urped. I clicked on their links. I went from taking headers in the cyber waves to actually surfing. After reading through a few personal sites I would never be the same. The reason: Pr0n. Oh yeah! People were flashing their stuff all over the web and I was enjoying every minute of it. I somehow missed the whole AOLer chat phenominom, which is a good thing.

After reading through people's personal websites I decided to start my own. It was April 2001. I typed up a rant and threw that baby up. Imagine my surprise... and horror to see the words all over the place. I had never heard of HTML, much less used it. I spent the next three days in tears, trying to learn what to do. NoChickTrix.com was born and I've never looked back.

So why start a blog if you have a site? Simple... okay, not so simple. NCT has grown into a wonderful community. When I think of NCT I think of a great group of people who post on one of the best forums around. It's read by my friends, coworkers and countless people searching for porn. Lately I've been feeling disillusioned. I wanted something that was JUST me. No links, no porn, no holding back. The result is what you are reading now... if you haven't clicked off, that is.

I would like to thank Bane for putting up with my whining and creating a beautiful layout; and Jake for putting up with my fits and courageously entering the bedroom when I was having one of the worst PMS episodes since Lorena Bobbitt to console me. I love you both.

Let the journey begi... *looks up* Damn, that's a long fucking po... er... begin.