Sleepy Queen

Because my truest desire is just passion, and rapport, and the making of human love vibrations....

Fuck what "50 Shades of Grey" did....I mean that's just a theory....

Why are we exchanging contracts and going into clubs and doing the worst with our bodies only to wake up with guilt? (I personally don't give consent to it)

Although it's not just about me.

I kinda wanna go in, and start killing the young ones before it's too late. But what do I know?

Cringe. Cringe. FUCKING CRINGE.

Or have you ever felt so open minded that you wish you could shut down the electricity of an entire fucking planet?

There's this state of mind that is just what I call

"Human Philia"

I kind of hate it, though hate is a strong word.

It's TRYING not to judge human beings by what's between their legs. I can't quite reach it.

If you have a penis, I AM NOT INTERESTED.

And dear God, please self don't consume products or drugs that would lower your fucking inhibitions.

I'll probably never read this but blogging feels better than therapy.

I'm just venting.

I've heard that dreams are involuntary.

But still.

How do I get past the ugly sensations I have to wake up to and not remember, but feel???

Ugh.

I'm not afraid, I just want to like, idk. Kill them.

Which probably only excites their ugly nature.

I want to run. And I have. And they find me in the dreams that decode to some sort of open mindedness? I don't think so.

We, as lesbians, are NOT here for your cis hetero fantasies.

Maybe I think I'm crazy. If I do, can I still show myself love or do I need the validation of someone else?

What is it with this "You must love yourself first"

What if I need some proof that it still exists before I can give it to anybody else including myself.

Whatever, I'll probably have an episode after this.

Because as far as I know, no one wants to answer these questions. Maybe because they're toxic? Or is it that there's some part of my heart that knows the answer.