for me

for me.

i went on a hypothetical walk today. i walked through my thoughts and found out that i really just want to be alone. however. i want a man in my bed once a week so that i can feel what it is like to be loved by a warm blooded body.
errrr, no.
that's not quite right.
i know what it feels like to be loved; the fact of the matter is, i fucking love the cells that i am and no man could or ever would change the way i feel about myself. but there is something to say about the way a touch feels. the way a tickle, or a squeeze, or a bite. the way a human feels.  i want a human male. just one time a week. but more than once a week? that, well, that is just too much. i thought about the majority of my family members, about how they have what i want and about how they must feel. and i don't want what they have. i don't want to deal with the burden of other peoples meek emotions.
 fuck other peoples feelings.