2002-10-24

I wore my new faux croc skin skirt and Sophia Lorens today and felt way glam, click clacking my way through meeting after useless meeting. I think I have found something that makes me truly happy, and which harks back to the core of who I am and what i like to do...

I like to play dress ups.

I like to be someone else, to know that I am inside a visage that may or may not represent part of my personality. I enjoy the ride, and the rhythm of speaking in another voice, listening in another way, and perceiving through the eyes of the character I am today.

This ties in with sex too (it has been playing on my mind somewhat of late... sex that is). I play characters with my lovers, changing from kitten to fow, from wench to virgin, from mother earth to cyber vixen. I will suck one's dick, but only kiss another. I give as much of myself as the character allows, and they give to me in kind. These lovers, these players in my saucy, decadent tale, all different shapes and sizes with predilictions and fantasies that run the gamut of desire. The guy who only wants me because I have a mothering appeal. The other guy who only wants me because he knows that where he leads I will follow, and that i am not afraid of new adventures in the land of fuck. The fiancee who is my comfort, my steady, my rock in a troubled sea. I worry that perhaps I should find someone who is all to me, but from experience it would seem that that is impossible. Even if they appear that way it will only be a character they play.

For all the world's a stage, and the spotlight is on in the bedroom.

bitch - moan