I. Need. Some. Cock.

I’m hungry in a lovely new way. No desperation here, just prowling with curiosity and the certainty that there’s no limits. I can straddle anything I want to; I’m over being surprised at whom I can score.

I’m feeling more liberated than ever and the happiest I’ve ever been to be single. I suppose the enjoyment of relief and freedom is commensurate with the agony and oppression of toxic relationship, once escaped. I’m just feeling savvy, confident, and ready to cougar it up with enthusiasm.

I’m jealous of the Craiglist slut. If I had to write a concise summary like that it would not read too much differently, but... all in one year? Oh, how I envy her.

I’m ready to ring in a new year full of sensuality, sly glances, and shocking sex. Oh yeah.