Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so sexual, maybe then I would fit into that little square my mother prescribed for me.
But my mother’s not here. Here I can be free, honest, completely stripped bare. Which is what I’d like to be there, but as much as I try, I can never really say what I feel. Not without hurting her. I wish I could tell her. I wish I could be free to write about all the fucked up things that go through my mind (pun intended!). I wish I could tell her, “It’s all going to be okay. I know you think I’m going to burn in hell for this, but seriously, it is all going to be okay.”
So thank you! Thank you for allowing me to be me. Unrestricted, uncensored, unapologetic me.