I think it’s important I be up front about this now–
before we traverse this path any further and then
you look back at me incredulously and say–
“hey, you could’ve warned a brother,”–
so here’s your warning:
I am a fiery bitch.
Sure, I can be sweet and tender– and I’ve
tapped into loving in a way that few others
have yet to discern…
but at my core is fire– and it’s an emotional
journey to the center.
There is nothing easy-going or lackadaisical about me.
All of my nerve endings actually exist on my surface–
making me a big old ball of SENSITIVE– despite
my best efforts to act otherwise.
So– if you’re wondering if maybe my feelings have
gotten hurt– chances are– they have. And
if you’re wondering if there’s anything you can do
about that– chances are– there’s not. And
if you’re thinking that maybe I’m placing some sort of
blame upon you for said hurt feelings– chances are–
I’m not. Because although I am undeniably, and
whole-heartedly a fiery bitch– I’m also fairly
self-actualized– And I realize that there’s
not a God damned thing you or anyone else
has done or can do to make me feel anything
other than the way that I feel. I also tend to move
through things rather quickly, so by the time
you’re wondering all of those things above,
chances are I’m over it and I’ve moved
onto the next thing– like making dinner.
I just think it’s important that I
stop trying to make you believe that I am anyone other
than exactly who I am– which is a powerful, emotional,
loving, tender, silly, shy, ultimately fragile,