Sassy, Sexy, XXX
It’s difficult to type with so many tears streaming down my face, clouding my vision. Dammit. But, it’s the direction I’m gonna go with, it’s the sentiment I will run with. When fully living life, the emotions will flow. You know, when it’s good, it’s GOOD; but when it’s bad, it fucking SUCKS ASS.
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What I’ve been pondering lately is HOW this blog makes men feel, in general, and about ME, more specifically. I mean, I’m single so if a guy’s interested in me or if I’m interested in him – is it a very good idea to tell him about this blog? It seems like I would terrify and scare every man off.
I’ve been personally elated that the bush has made a reappearance in porn. Like, it gave me permission to stop waxing. For some reason that permission seemed to need to come from the pages, or videos, of Hustler.
Puuleeeaaase don’t pretend to condescendingly think I’m “talking myself into” this. I’m not. I’ve explored all options. I’ve explored the possibility that I’m sabotaging myself or tricking myself into believing this. I’ve explored that maybe I’m “unlucky in love” or I’m “unlucky” in getting pregnant. Nope, I don’t think so. I’m making the single, childless choices, consciously. Of course, I admit to myself and I know I haven’t made the best choices in men in the past. Ya, I could use some therapy.