Bondage

I'm learning about sexual satisfaction. I've watched most of the movie Short Bus, which I recommend if you're a seer of worlds, not a biased and unwilling customer of the menagerie the world offers. Anyway, I'm learning about bondage. For a while I thought, yes, I'd be willing to allow Jeffrey to do terrible, unsaintly things and enjoy them too. I still believe this, but my needs are much more darker than even the most willing participants of this dark sensual activity. Other than that, I'm learning about sex.


Life is interesting, isn't it? What we see isn't what we get, but merely something we can interpret the way it is meant to or the way we believe it should be. 


I have issues I know, but I'm not writing to make people like me. I'm writing for me. Maybe my friend would figure out what's wrong with me more if I put it out there.


Speaking of friends, what little of them I do have, I feel lonely. Possibly because I am something people resort or possibly because I am being completely and utterly neglected in some cases. And then again there is the otherworldly possibility of a mixture of those two given choices. Either way, it doesn't seem fair. I like being alone though. I can be okay with myself. I accept people, however weird they may be but once people know what I'm thinking they usually don't want to accept me. 


I should get a hobby, but I'd rather stay here.