T – I read you, and K, loud and clear. It’s been on my mind too…  *If* (and who are we kidding?) my ex is a red neck, asshole, close-minded, fucktard and he sniffs a wiff of this, he will take the kids from me. And publicly crucify me. He’s done it once… he’d do it again. I wish I had pictures of me fucking his ass – just to send to his work for Christmas cards. 

I’m hormonal. Which is total and complete BALLS.

I’m also hurting for Kinkyminx and Vegaslacesup. I adore those two and they are in my prayers, the special – “for those who make it" ones.

You know kids – don’t fuck with love. You have love? Don’t disrespect it. Grab that bitch by the hair, kiss the sweet baby jesus fuck out of her, and hold her so close you can tell what religion she is. FIGHT THE ODDS. Break the mold. Be all god damned breakfast club about it, and be a rebel. 

I’m hormonal. And afraid. 

Maybe I can’t walk the walk. As much as I am anti-monogamy, I am afraid – this is uncovered ground… to go here, on purpose. To be involved with someone and just… open. I’m scared. I’m all focused on her/him. I like that. A great deal. And playing with him (she was a he at the time) was sooooo amazing, I want him/her to experience everything. I want to see her/him lose themselves in pleasure. And then I want to fall asleep in each others arms, and then I want to talk about kids, life, work…

I am so fucking fucked.

*tries not to hyper ventilate*