W H O A R

E Y O U K A T E ?

Are you and I meant to live side by side?

Two peas in a pod. Opposing halves of one person. When I need to feel sexy, confident, utterly chaotic, you come out to play. And while you rest, I walk around with a self-assured swagger.

Fucking M A N L Y. And sometimes we both have a hand on the wheel, the happy medium between cute and cheeky, and oozing BDE.

Are you just a fetish? One of many weird fantasies to withdraw from the bank when I wish to indulge. Maybe I don’t wish I was you, maybe I wish I could lay with you. You’re a costume I wear, a body I imagine to get hard. Safer, sexier than the one I currently have. I have my fun, then toss you away like a sticky tissue once I’m done.

Or are you who I’m really meant to be and I’m just too afraid to admit it. You’re not just a fetish, you’re not one out of two. We’re one and the same, you’re me. You’re real.

But you’re really expensive. To introduce you requires honestly and heartfelt emotions (ick). What if people don’t like you?

What if you’re a mistake? Even if you are real, I live in fear to let you loose.

Whenever I think I have you figured out, I just get perplexed again. Maybe one day I’ll finally nail down who you are. It may be scary. It may be hard. It may make me hard. Maybe all three.

Or maybe you’ll be a pain in my ass and keep me wondering? God help the world, should it get the chance to meet you.