Just because I won't be having any, probably, for a while doesn't mean I can't talk about it.
Being without significant other makes you focus, whether you like it or not, on that body of yours.
Me and that body had been having some issues for a few months now. And I'm just now starting to listen. Sorry.
She's changed. She's gotten thinner, more muscular, more athletic, less tan.
The hair's about to change tomorrow thanks to my hairdresser.
Just kind of looking at her wondering what she'll do next. Will the boobs grow, my ass looks like it's finally trying to grow some substance, and I've really been liking what my shoulders are doing.
Sometimes I feel so "in" my body, and sometimes it's so distant, like looking at a weird mannequin. And what does that mean for sex? I guess sex makes you feel more attached to your body, because of the sensory carnival going on. Or do people take a more cinematic stance, sitting back and watching their body in action with someone else's?
I've preferred the carnival. But that only happens when you're cool with the freaks in it.
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