I like the word “sologamy”. It combines the word “solo” and “gamy” – single marriage. I’m my own dog and can be my own cat scratch. I can only get angry at myself and still can’t walk away from imperfect self and my gross errors.
I can only be my own loyal and trustworthy companion. I do my own things and do lots of daydreaming that one day in reality, I would be free to do whatever I want.
But walking around and working naked is not an option unfortunately. Sleeping naked is good because there’s less constriction from tight clothing and blood circulation is better, too.
I’m talking about fantasy and everyday I have sexual fantasies of all the guys that could possibly want to have fun with a boring girl like me. It’s the freedom to walk into a beautiful fantasy, control the blessed events, and walk away virtually unscathed.
Imagine a professional brat, a lucky girl, actually admiring others from afar and NOT being able to tell them the truth that they are beautifully weird, odd, strange, different, and yes worthy for bedding, too.
Alas, I could only smile widely, hurting myself, knowing that those who’d dare read my thoughts via this WordPress blog would take such liberty in a little bit of chuckle.
Don’t be shy! Y’all know it’s all good! Now back to my normal programming of partying from within my mind. I’m drinking and swooning and having a good jive. Then asleep I go. Hmm.
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