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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Monday, March 2, 2009

Genderless


Through my journey, I experienced a time where I did not feel female nor male. I felt complete. I felt whole. To experience that was a social issue. A friend, was unsure as to whom I desired. I felt that funny. Why would she care? Not a good place to be. Being judged. Making a "mark" upon me. I am a person. Truly alive. With and without feelings. To feel good seems to be an injustice in today's times. I am judged upon who makes me feel good??? How crazy is that?? Why would anyone care who/what/why turns me on? Suddenly, the cringe in the stomach. Why? Why does anyone else care what makes another feel good? Strange to me. The feel of a loving touch. The feel of being human...turns me on. Feeling the fleshness of a sensual touch. It just feels good. Why is that so hard for a human to swallow? Why is it so hard to resist human at its best? Were we brought up to say that "human touch" was bad? I don't know. Don't care. I only know what feels good to me. That is...human touch.

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