I mean, just as long as he intends to mess up some sheets with me afterwards.
choking
I have an interesting relationship with danger. I like to push myself to a place of uncertainty. There’s almost something calming about total surrender to the unknown.
Sometimes, I like to touch myself in the ways other people have in order to recreate those sensations. But, I never, ever can in quite the way they did. Maybe it’s like the fact that you can’t tickle yourself. I can recreate the motion, but I will never, ever fully recreate the feeling. It takes two to tango.
“I told you I was curious. I never said that I was brave.” – Leonard Cohen, in the song “So Long, Marianne”.
“You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.” – W. H. Auden, As I Walked Out One Evening.