When I was being
potty trained, I refused to wear any clothes
in the swimming pool because my panties werenít
supposed to get wet.
Now, Iím considerably
more inhibited. I didnít even get the urge to
flash my breasts when I was at Mardi Gras.
not a ďGirl Gone WildĒ.
What am I missing
Would sexual spontaneity
make me more fun and interesting?
Would I attract
anyone worth having?
Would people pity
me without me knowing it? Would I care if they
Would I be happier
or would I be even more sad and lonely?
For some reason,
Iíve been thinking about these things.
Iím not tempted
to flash my breasts or anything (sorry, guys).
Iím just wondering
if Iím taking things too seriously.
Lately, Iíve had
some random make-out sessions (pretty risquť for
me), and a weird open relationship thatís been
so hot and cold I donít even know what Iím doing
I thought that
was all I wanted.
I escaped an all-consuming
relationship and I thought I only wanted my freedom.
I definitely didnít want to become stuck in another
What Iím discovering
is that itís all so unfulfilling and I want something
Why does that
make me less fun?
Why am I completely
unattracted to the serious guys that might actually
want that too (if I gave them half a chance)?
So, I need to
pull back and not worry about it. I need to focus
on myself and my physical and mental health,
because Iíve been kind of destructive for the
past few months.
Now to lighten
There once was
a stripper named Heather.
She loved whips,
chains, and leather.
She took off her
Had five piercings
in her nose,
And never felt
under the weather.
(Now you know
why I stick to therapeutic writing.)