The smoothing vocals of the countertenor singing Vivaldi's sacred music woken me from my sleep, 15 minutes before midnight and I decided to get off my sheets to pen my thoughts, something which I used to do whenever I am depressed. Not so much of now though as it has not reached the dangerous pinacle where pain exceeds its threshould of endurance. I am still in control. The thought of my sexuality came to my mind again, am I straight or a bisexual. My shrink seems to be able to discern as he has dropped hints on my sexual preferance and i shudder at the thought of his words. I begin harbour sexual thoughts on women, they used to belong to the age group of 50s but these two years I see myself attracted to younger women, age group ranging from lates 30s to early 40s. Bewildered, I fought hard to control them and may it be under control as it is now...
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