Something has changed.
only the jodiA search for simplicity, sobriety, compassion, & the right man. Or at least not another wrong man.
I don’t know about little boys, hell, it becomes more and more apparent each day that I don’t know much about grown mens either, but I do know about little girls and how we’re raised. No matter what kind of home you came from you were served fairytales. There’ve been a million essays, books & magazine articles written about it and I’m not here to reinvent the wheel. I’m here to talk about my fairytale, the fantasy that shaped my dating life.
Everyone knows the core basics.
- Cinderella finds a prince with a foot fetish
Sleeping Beauty is saved from a lifetime of dwarves by a somophiliac prince
Snow White is saved by a necrophiliac
Hansel & Gretel are abandoned by their parents
The Ugly Ducking is too wierd for friends or love
Disney makes a fortune telling those stories slightly differently. While any one of them is bad enough, none of them were mine.
I’m a total critter chick. Given the choice, I’ll almost always choose four legs over two. It could be my superhero name. Critter chick. Louder than a yapping puppy. More powerful than cat dander. Able to pet four dogs with a single hand. Look! There on the curb! It’s a dog. It’s a cat. It’s Critter Chick! I lean toward the furry & the feathered, but am not opposed to the smooth or scaly either. Cockroaches and waterbugs, however, are on their own.
I can’t pass up a happy dog and the sad ones break my heart, so I couldn’t keep walking when I found Dog tied to a standpipe, shaking, scared, his bones sticking through his skin & fur. He tried to stand but his back legs were so weak, he shook & shook and would maybe get a few steps, then collapse. No collar. No tags. Just fear, old age & bones. Read the rest of this entry »