Ah, yes. So I'm back... maybe you noticed I was grey for a bit? Or maybe you didn't. Here I thought I was getting over this site, but I guess not because here I am.
I am feeling like a wild creature today. Restless. Reckless, maybe. So many things I am not sure of. I have been reading a lot of fiction lately, including some erotic short stories by Anaias Nin. They are honest and blunt and leave me wondering what it is I really want in love. I'm not sure I even know what is possible any more. Recent adventures have left me feeling very naive.
I am a wild creature today. I want to be a little bit of a wild creature every night and day. Authentic and present and real even if it hurts, even if it leaves me bleeding. Everything else is too hard and doesn't work anyway. I can't pretend any more. Not about anything.
I am feeling like a wild creature today. Restless. Reckless, maybe. So many things I am not sure of. I have been reading a lot of fiction lately, including some erotic short stories by Anaias Nin. They are honest and blunt and leave me wondering what it is I really want in love. I'm not sure I even know what is possible any more. Recent adventures have left me feeling very naive.
I am a wild creature today. I want to be a little bit of a wild creature every night and day. Authentic and present and real even if it hurts, even if it leaves me bleeding. Everything else is too hard and doesn't work anyway. I can't pretend any more. Not about anything.
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Yesterday I was a wild woman. I ordered an Omlette called a 'Rembrandt' and I knew it was either ham, mushrooms, and olive paste or peppers, onions, cream cheese, and avacado. Even though I couldn't remeber which combination it was, I went for it. Crazy huh? I'm a maniac.