April 10, 2006
I don't fall in love so much as get really excited. It isn't the fantasy of a wonderful shared life, or even a wonderful shared experience; it's the fun of hearing someone's stories, finding out what tickles the fancy, and how that person can tickle mine. It's collaboration where fantasy plays no part without consent. He spanks my fanny, I yelp. A fair trade and exchange; I wrap the bull whip around his neck and he looks back at me cow-eyed. Only with equality can anyone find true happiness. Because when I shove it, he replies in kind, with love.