Last night I wrote a post before my nap….to much wine and I get beyond a mush (see below)
When I woke up I deleted it, thinking I didn’t want anyone to see it. I wanted to just shut it down. Not overthink who I am.
I know it has some value and is part of the reason I’m off lately. I had an identity. I still do but its evolving.
There are times I wish I could just say I’m straight, I’m gay, I’m …… Just one thing, hell is even settle for being 2 things. Instead I’m all jumbled up inside. I am so many things. Sometimes too many things. Ugh, I just wish I could sleep, I’m so tired.
So below is the post. I should not have deleted it.
Slave Stories for My Sir 