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From the desk of the strange ageless goddess from angrier stars for the Podcast called the cosmic domme says things

I’m such a fool. It’s quite hilarious. I go through these phases where I feel like I’m having too much fun by myself and I should share the pleasure of my company with other people and stop being selfish about my amazing wit and charm and I’m relegated, like the unwashed, to the dating app farm, in order to make these connections I’m sure I need with the outside world- it’s been programmed into me to believe relationships are the core of a social being’s wellbeing and if I want to act sane, I’ve got to mingle.
But I hate mingling for free.
I connect with humans at work, mimic all the pleasantries, giggle and snort, perform and enthrall and then I get to go home and be at peace-
on occasion
the connection contraptions have been useful for when my hormones are howling at the moon and I need to basically masturbate with a human partner but for simple conversation about quantum indeterminacy or not being able to hear certain sounds over 30, the pool of potential deteriorates and sadly for me to be intimately engaged my brainwaves have to be tickled.
I’ve deleted all this access to me, yet again, because the desire has subsided once more and I recall that only I am with me for my entire ride here and if I do nothing else for humanity I can take care of one human and that’s me. How closely associated do I really need to be to appear sane to people who eat Tide Pods or wrestle with the circumference of the space rock we’re flying on?

Until the hormone flood strikes again, I couldn’t care less.
Ah, the fuckery of existence, free to do anything and stuck on doing what my ancestors had to do to survive before I got here for thousands of years.
I’m mad cool on oxytocin right now though brain and I wish like I always do that it will last and I won’t keep needing kisses to feel human.

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Poet and Author originally from Indianapolis, Indiana, and a lover of words, expressions, and creativity. Mother of one, Member of the Ohio Poetry Association, a former member of the California Writers Club, Winner of the Barry Wright Scholarship for Poetry, and consummate Dorothy Parker, Nikki Giovanni, and Chuck Palahniuk fangirl. Contact The Author at MissTLBanks@yahoo.com Follow Me at bandit_the_ravenous on Instagram

2 responses to “From the desk of the strange ageless goddess from angrier stars for the Podcast called the cosmic domme says things”

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    Da Absentee

    Appearing sane is just something we do to fit in. When the hormones die down we get to live our lives… Stay safe out there☺️

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      THEORIGINALRUDELYRAW

      Big facts are too true! Likewise, friend.

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