Well, more or less. I didn't realize I'd been absent for so long! But every few months I have to take this nasty progesterone for a week and a half, which makes me tired and dull-witted and depressed.
Plus, I've been playing on craigslist. I've been feeling very lonely on weekends, when I don't have as much contact with my Master, and when I don't have a sweetheart with whom to spend time. Being on nasty drugs just makes it worse. So I write these odd ads. Sometimes they are deliberately obscure, just to be obnoxious, because I am angry.
I am angry at the stupid and lazy men who answer my ads.
I am angry that I'm alone.
and I cry.
Because I'm on these stupid drugs I cry
I'm angry and I cry because they aren't John.
In fact, even John isn't John by now... this fantasy of a man, memories of only the best parts... what I want is the impossible. What I want is a perfect combination of the philosopher and the sadist. Which of course is not likely to happen.
Smart and sweet and sadistic and sexy.
Confident and dominant and available.
But I keep trying.
And I am endlessly disappointed.
Still, I never give up trying...