Spilled Milk

Once upon a time, I was capable of many things without including emotions or feeeeelings (the extra e's are for sarcastic effect). Including...no strings attached sex. Sex for the sake of sex. Pure, unnamed, unemotional, biting, clawing, walk away with no phone numbers hot steamy muscle ripping sex.

Sigh.

No more.

It's not sex anymore. It's some spiritual hooplah that makes me gnash my teeth after. Sure, it's still hot steamy muscle ripping sex, with the addition of bruising from hitting implements, but something has changed in me.

Now, it is as if they can pierce my soul when they drive it home. Oh, I'm not so deluded that I could call it love, or even a reasonable facsimile. But it is a meeting on a different plane, and I can't deny that any longer.

I'm becoming ridiculous, with my injured little aura.