another weekend of way too much partying
at least I was with my city girls, all the way from san francisco
y' know tattoed sex toy freaks, where there are no rules. there are no rules to follow so no one recognizes when you break them, or do something traditional
no one notices no one recognizes no one comments just praises because you are who you are you do what you do and you recognize sexual freedom whether in action or state of mind. it really doesn't matter. and i love them for that.
we sat and talked for hours about the years that passed behind us. not knowing what is ahead of us, but proud for where we've been, what we've done and for recognizing what most do not, for there are no rules, and the rules really don't matter. i love them this.
and i now today come to acknowledge this different life out here, that often i feel forced to live because of who i love, trapped by love so often i feel, and even though it's so not me, so not me to be so love-lee, i'm here and this is how i've been living, sometimes frustrated, but mostly safe and happy, working so busy. and these words wouldn't come so easily if everything were perfect and shady. at least these words have come from this to gain.
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