November 2011
You Arrogant Male.
This came out quickly. Sorry it’s not written well, or hard to follow:
As a kid, I had a profound anxiety disorder. Nine to thirteen I was a basket case. I was terrified of everything. It was painful, as people with depressive disorders describe depression as ‘painful’. My mother and her mother grappled with anxiety. I wasn’t spared the genetic gift. Anxious 24/7/365,...
Note To Self:
In getting her to bed, though she struggles with her decision, he may succeed with her body, but in the process he’ll waste her soul. He’ll not feel the energy exchange one gets when uniting two loving hearts, rather a small clammy death having fastened himself to a cadaver.
.jw.
Note To Self:
A sure way to a disastrous event is to do something because, ‘it’ll be good for me…’
'It's what guys do', she assured me.
So many people pass in, and out of our lives…so quickly…at times it’s a blur. There are times to reach out and slow the process with a few, or one. I get side-tracked, I’m too much in my head at the moment…but I’m fascinated by the ebb and flow.
I despise that in myself. I pontificate about the need for connecting. I think I’m tired of doing the...
Again...uh huh...again...very nice.
Honest question: Honest answer?
The posts I often work-on hardest, those with strong visceral/emotional content, are often barely noted if at all.
Curious if they move you at all, or fade in favour of the more blatant sexually explicit posts. I’d love to really hear. Often my goal, beyond posting what I love, is the satisfaction of feeling what I’ve created provides the viewer with a visceral connect as well. It...
