Cult of Personality

I was horny this (Thursday) morning. Master has been a particularly entrancing devil and what he’s done to me I can not even begin to describe. It makes me bolder when I am like this. Always, awed by the power of our innate sexuality… our deepest forms of being. I take risks, I grab what I want, set backs and distractions fall quickly aside. I throw my kids higher in the air, laugh harder at their knock knock jokes. I push my ideas in meetings and become more persuasive than I knew I could be. I start to tell one of my friends a simple story and before I finish we are both hugging, or crying, or laughing hysterically.

I look at the world around me, I see a silent co-worker, a frazzled
mother, a random, haunted beauty with hunched shoulders. I want to
touch them. I want to rouse them. More than that, I want to turn them
inside out, see their fearless, truest self burst forth. See the
surprise and giddiness on their faces when they touch the edge…