I'm into all sorts of messy. Mostly mud. The mud season here in the Midwest only lasts for so long so I get out and wallow in my spots while I can. Considering indoor messy fun in the future. I will slowly be growing my gallery. Probably just solo stuff. Our kind are few and far between. If you're in the Midwest or frequent the area, you are welcome to reach out.

Mud has been my secret love since I was very young. My heart races along the way to the next affair with my earthly mistress. I have a few. They aren't the jealous type so I hold no reservations about gazing at the next bog, swamp, floodplain, low land, puddle or the sort when casually passing by. The entire endeavor is adventurous. From the time of preparation to when I spot the next potential location. As I'm searching, sometimes miles, through thick brush until the moment I discover my new soft spot. My fling. And I get to experience love all over again. What a rush!

I also enjoy clay, slime, gunge, honey, cake batter, oil, egg yolk, and Vaseline. I would love to try to sneak into one of those giant vats of grease located behind restaurants for an evening. Or a massive tank of margarine. I could also have a go in a filthy pig pen for the stink, the muck and the slop. Did you ever catch an old animated movie called "The Phantom Tollbooth"? I wish I could have a dream about getting stuck in The Doldrums. I like my sploshing the way I like my music. If it feels good, I like it.