He has made some changes and we've tried some new things, and I'm freakin' horny (for the most part). I want to do more new things. I want to do it all, tonight. That's totally doable, right?
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I might not be writing so much here, but I have been writing a lot in my journal. Words are falling out of me like you wouldn't believe, and I love it. It's not something I've always been able to do--in fact, I avoided it for many years, but that's another story.
Daddy has been curious about what I've been writing... He started reading over my shoulder the other day (talk about uncomfortable!), I immediately closed it and told him that he could read it, but I didn't want to know about it.
I mean it when I say, he can have any part of me that he wants, so he has every right to read my journal. It's just...I don't want to edit what I write, you know? Like if I'm upset, I just want to write what I feel without worrying about what he might think, or if he'll take it the wrong way, or whatever.
I'm just making excuses.
He is interested in what I think, for goodness sake!! In the beginning I could barely get him to read the blog, and it drove me nuts. I wanted my words to hold some importance, I wanted my words to be worth his time, and now they are...and...it's kinda scary. lol.
You can read my journal any time you want--in front of me, behind my back, over my shoulder, however you want. My words are yours.
Damn, this is hard!