Settling Down....

.....though not with one man, you understand, though that, paradoxically, is my truest desire. I'm just scared, so scared, to walk away from someone. Despite my duplicity, I'm a coward when it comes to hurting people, to cutting the slack from their life to mine and setting them free. So, one hand I have QIE, the other, My Proper Boyfriend and on the third (can I make it a foot?), I have The Manager. And if I could chop bits off one, add them to another, and then stretch my hands inside their minds and, again, tweek (GSOH from QIE, urgent compassion from The Manager, innocence from MPB), then I'd be happy.

Well, I wouldn't. That's an outrageous lie. I'd then meet another man and go, 'Ooh, it wouldn't hurt to have a taste, would it?' Kid in a candy store comes to mind, but if they did and he was above the age of consent, I might even have a go at him, too. I really don't understand why I have no boundaries. I'm an affection junkie, loving the way that I can inspire love in others but am slowly realising that - and I realise you read this for insights into a wild sex life so I appreciate you may be bored to tears by this Jezza Kyle confessional; apologies but tough shit - it's only until I turn the locus of my self-esteem from out to in, will I ever sort out this problem.....