Sometimes I wonder "What's the frikkin' point?"
I'll never see my dream to fruition. I immerse myself in my job, my hobbies, my home projects, and of course, my far flung family.
I thought that if I kept my mind away from my natural predilection, it would just fade away.
My eye still gravitates towards the cuties while shopping at the big box stores. So thankful for leggings, those soft, form fitting pants that show every curve curve a prepubescent girl can offer.
I have traveled to places where the right amount of $$ and the willingness to dare can buy you some willing company, but fear keeps you on the right side of the law.
I dream and dream, of things I will not see in my lifetime. It does get depressing. I don't think my dreams are outrageous, but the antis have a zero tolerance policy! Fuck them!
So I sit here and raise my wine glass to you brave souls that will carry on the fight after I am gone - hopefully years from now.