Fantasy is better than reality, sometimes. I have spent a lot of time getting to be comfortable with reality, but I realize that my brain needs the break. All this stinking reality can be a drag. I don’t have to use the dreaded drugs it turns out, because my brain works really well and it has always has. I used fantasy as a kid to find relief in terrible situations. The drugs came in when I thought I needed more than what my brain provided, but I don’t.
All I need is permission. Done!
In my head, my particular kink is my kink and no one gets hurt; my particular relief is my relief and it is endless. I find sometimes as I drift off that I return to crazy, luscious, silly scenarios and situations that don’t/won’t exist and I inhabit them to just to give my mind a break from the rot of the moment. Not just sex either, although I am sure that is where your mind has drifted – mine does too. I am tired of running from fantasy. I want to embrace it, own it, use it, share it…maybe.
By the way, the painting in this series is by Les Lyden. He deserves major credit and I am honored to own one of his works and to be silently (and I hope not illegally) collaborating with him – after all I did buy the painting.
Secondly, Friday, The Park, ”reopens” downtown Bend at TBD Lofts for First Friday.
