There are many things I fantasize about, and while some of them are sexual in nature, a lot of them stem from wanting emotional closeness with someone. My fantasy is having someone to share my life with, and that honest to god, scares me.
This photograph was taken nearly a year ago, by my boyfriend at the time. I had just returned from my trip to Madrid, and practically fell into his arms upon arriving home. He spent the next week taking pictures of me in the most unflattering and random situations: brushing my teeth, ordering take out, arguing with the taxi driver; he said he wanted to capture moments that he so often took for granted and that he missed when I was gone. This was the last photo he took of me; he passed away in December.
I have a strong love-hate relationship with this photograph. In so many ways it reminds me of him, and our time together, but it also makes me angry, and resentful for him leaving me prematurely. I fantasize about someone making me feel as happy, and loved as he did.
I just had a straight guy tell me “Gah I love lesbians” and before I could even say anything, he added, “because, ya know, they like the same thing I do and sometimes it’s nice to get advice from a girl instead of guys who think making love is just repeatedly putting your dick in something, ya know?” And I have never been more proud of the human race.
i was very mad and then i wasn’t
^^^Vouching for him
Her: can we snuggle?
Me: uh sure
Her: *puts ass on my dick*
Me: *trys very very hard to focus on not getting a boner*
Me: *extreme boner*