What if I had my own rendition of the bachelorette? Wouldn’t that be fun?
Beautiful, sweet, loving and kinky girl* that likes to switch, has a bucket list for sexual escapades she wants to do; like a threesome. She is smart and fun and dynamic. She is the whole package minus a few body imperfections and very mild scarring on her heart and soul. Hey…this isn’t Hollywood! It’s real reality. (Mostly)
Now that would be sooo much fun!! Ha ha ha ha. Sorry. Just can’t get it out of my head. Dreaming is such sweet bliss!
Ok life!!! Overwhelm me!! Bring it. I’m ready. Lob it to me. I want to play.
*why do I call myself a girl? I explained it in my first blog; but to expand…sometimes I’m just a girl. Fuck whatever a feminist has to say about it. I’m one too, but I’m not retarded. At the epicenter of feminism is the sanctum to “let woman live”. Just let them be able to live their lives too; in peace, harmony and equal rights and opportunities and with respect. Why that can be so very hard to understand I don’t get. Societal pathological bullying is all I can call it. Because really!!! Can you look at your mother, sisters, aunts, grandmothers through that same unjust filter of over sexualization, contempt, disregard and sheer hatred sometimes. Can you?
Ugghhhhh..Ranting. Sorry. I mean this for men and woman. Sometimes we as woman are our worst enemies. I honestly just don’t understand injustices of any kind; even those led by a “good” movement like #metoo or Doctor’s without Borders.