Out of the many shameful thoughts that flow through my head, there’s one particular stream that hits me when I go out and about and meet good people.
When I was a kid, and I met a cool family, I often wished that they’d adopt me.
I haven’t changed. I still want to be adopted. I’m powerfully attracted to strong women. I want one to carry me away, clean up my life, and put me on the straight and narrow path.
Some people want to give. I, by contrast, suck the life out of people who give me the time of day.
I’m a princess. I want attention and love and nurturing. I want my path through life smoothed in front of me. I don’t want to work. I just want to feel safe and experience heaps of pleasure.
