Been doing the obligatory thinking about what I want for myself for the next year. And, quite frankly, I want to become a sexual person again.  I've put that aside for years now. I think it's time to bring it at least a little bit more to the fore.  Which reminded me of this post and that time in my life. I was a bit out of control then, though I needed to go through all of that, to live with a bid of wild abandon. It's hard to find that place inside yourself after years of neglect. But things would be different now; I'd want them to be.

Can one be wild and conscious at the same time? Can one touch those places without being reckless and hurting others?  Isn't that what age is supposed to give you?

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Dominic was the opposite of Luis in many ways. He was solid, shy, sweet. He gave me permission, and I took it. I took everything. He gave and I took. Not without gratitude, not without deep appreciation even. But I was always leaving him, bit by bit, until I flew away. It started with the long rides home from work. The quiet as we sat side by side listening to his car stereo. He let his guard down, there in the car, and once it started falling, I wormed my way behind it greedily. There was danger in the safety of it. I could do anything I wanted and he was still right there.

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[Just a Girl]

"Can one be wild and conscious at the same time? Can one touch those places without being reckless and hurting others? Isn't that what age is supposed to give you?"

If you find the answer, the right balance, the secret...would you promise to share?