Contemplating The Death of My Seven-Year Celibacy: Oh, The Drama
Well, I'm sitting in a restaurant, Algyői Halaszcsarda, to be exact, and I'm pondering the end of my seven-year celibacy. Whew, hmmmmm. Like a cat, and many other animals, I feel like I'm in heat. Thank The Universe for the ability to control the animal within me 🥴
They (whoever they are) say that when you endure childhood sexual abuse you either become a prude or a slut, basically. I know, I know, there are less crude ways to express this theory, but why should I bore myself or you with a Shakespearean approach to the truth. So, then, which one am I? Well, neither.
In the words of a great rapper and philosopher, "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets." See, this describes the ideal me of yesteryear. Today, now, I am a freak all of the time, in my mind, my soul and spirit...and celibate in sharing my body with another or others.
This brings me to the whole point of this post, my celibacy. Yes, I know it will end this year. I'm not telling y'all with whom 😘 freak that I am, we keep our business to ourselves, most of the time 😌 As extreme as this may sound, if I don't end it this year, I may remain celibate FOF THE REST OF MY LIVING DAYS!!! Yes, I am Shakespearean dramatic but truthful.
Yeah, that's pretty much it y'all. Celibacy ending in 5...4...3...2...yup, there'll only be two of us 😘😘
AnomaLeOverT.I.M.E 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

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