Filed under: Grace
i am utterly exhausted and this training takes a different toll on me every week. i know today i nearly did not eat enough and perhaps that is some kind repercussion of how i ate yesterday. on top of all of that i am at a road block with writing. how many different times can i write about getting fucked? i have done this for a year and half going on two years and i am sure it is all starting to sound the same.
i can’t stop thinking about fucking another man. it courses through my brain so strongly this spring. for me to “behave” is going to be a miracle at this point in time. the blood is hot beneath my flesh along with the longing that sits at my core. however, there is a particular man i want. it is not just any man you see, it is someone remarkable, someone that makes me sputter and i have yet to find him.
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