This is going to sound insane but I’m a pretty strange person… I whisper my secrets to trees and last week, I whispered “I want to be gang raped.”

I’m 37 years old. An artist. A weirdo. I’m drawn to extreme experiences and crazy adventure but as soon as I whispered this secret to the tree, I felt nervous. I don’t believe in wish granting trees, I’m not as crazy as I act, but something about doing this made me nervous.