Prettyintelligentprincess

Why is it he talks to me so much in his busy day. Now why is that?
Why is it that I felt calm and powerful at the Building Of Betrayal today?
Why did I cry when Sportacus bounced into the kitchen wearing his new school uniform?
My tears flowed and I felt happy and sad all at once.
Why have I spoken and laughed and relaxed on the phone with G-Inc tonight?
Why do I still recoil from the intimate husband touch...?
Never ever would I desire to perform oral on him now, yet...an intimate stranger I would....
Why is that?
Why?

Anorexic Beauty...I told you..she has deleted me and others and I've told her I'm not surprised. How can we have freedom of speech and ideas if you moderate your responses for God's sake!
Therefore, I have still commented and nothing I'm saying now is nothing she does not know...
face it.
The rough with the smooth or how can this site ever survive?
It's the pure friction and consternation that drives us on and forward...
We do not all want to live in a sweet and syrupy place...we need the bitterness of sour lemon and the friction of glass shards to engage and to command...

Human nature...
It's a battle and a storm and we are more human than ever.