38 (M4F) #EST— edibles and ennui
No one warns you that “making it” comes at the expense of one’s personhood. That the white picket fence, while enviable, is something you’d rather rail against (or be railed against) than lean on during a back yard bbq. That stability is boring and repetitive and… not fun.
I know I’m not the only one here seeking to be titillated, to fucking feel something for once again. A shot of adrenaline… that intoxicating dance of seeing and being seen. Of discovering ourselves through the eyes of someone else.
It’s gotta be better than my current vices of Diet Coke, edibles, and self loathing.
Because the mods make me do it- I’m built like a squishy dad-man-dude-bro. Broad shoulders, gut, hairy, white, silly.
As for a potential internet friend: please want to play and explore…