I believe this is the third (possibly 4th) blog I have begun. I always end up abandoning them. It's like little pieces of me floating around in cyber-space. Disgraceful, really, the way I carelessly tossed them aside. I just wasn't getting anything out of it. I wasn't getting the catharsis I longed for. I think that is because I was holding back for fear of someone who actually knows me (or thinks they do) reading it and finding out that I am not at all who they thought me to be. I have seen the look of judgement in people's eyes when they suddenly realize that I am not the mild-mannered bake sale Mom they assumed me to be (like the gynocologist who responded with a look of shock and said "Really?" when I answered the obligatory 'How many sex partners' question. Rather unprofessional response, me thinks. ).
My facade is one of conservative, reserved and sometimes witty nurturer. I am conservative with regard to hair and clothing. I do not shout my politics or religious beliefs from a street corner soap box and therefore display no hint of being in possession of radical ideas. I am kind and personable, almost to a fault. Just your run-of-the-mill Mom.
While that is all partially true, it only scratches the surface. I am a great many things to a great many people. I can be a walking contradiction. I have an uncanny ability to see things from the perspective of others and am fiercely emotional. That often leads to mis-guided choices and bouts of indecision. When coupled with impatience and a high sex drive, well, let's just say it can turn disastrous very quickly.
You, the reader, may not begin to understand my self-description yet, as I have not really divulged anything all too surprising. To that end, bear in mind that this particular post is being written as I enjoy my morning coffee, stark naked in the living room, fresh from the bed that I share with my boyfriend. I began my day with his hand between my thighs, fingers nimbly bringing me to delightful orgasm. Twice. Good morning indeed.
