pilkington

I have been blessed.

I have been given a life, all my own. It is filled with people beatiful and strange.
That is the most important. That is all.

My hand is healing very quickly (wolverine-style). The cast will be off in a little less than two weeks. And then my right hand will be liberated.

I wish I could share stories of mind-altering sexual zephyrs but I am dry.
That being said, I am more sexual now than I have ever been.
I had previously thought "sexual" was just a desire to stick something.
Now I get the broader picture.
Sex is the weather. Sex is the food we eat. Sex is the clothes we wear. Almost every action has a sexual nature. Perhaps I'm just super horny and need to get laid. I wouldn't argue that point.

But I don't though. What is sex? For me, a celebration of my spirit. Even the most "meaningless" sex defines me indirectly. Don't misunderstand. I'm not looking to be defined. But existence preceeds essence.