Kitty’s observations & thoughts on how the world worked, works, and might work in the future. Take her cautionary wisdom with a grain of salt. After all, she is a mere Kitten, not a psychologist. But still. She sees things, and sometimes people tell her they’re worth seeing.
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I held a soft spot for the Phantom of the Opera many years before I self identified as kinky. I was, oh, twenty-five. It isn’t that I wanted that love story. I’m not keen on death and destruction. But that music— Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness wakes and stirs imagination Silently the senses …
“What is love,” someone asked me. “You mean being in love, or love itself?” “Both?” Well, let me ponder that. “Being ‘in love’ is an infatuation. At least, it appears so. It’s used by the same sort of people, in my experience, as those who use phrases like ‘protect the relationship’ or ‘I give 100% …
I come home most days to a person I love, to whom I’m committed in life and love. I would venture to say most of us do, or hope to one day. Pair-bonding is natural with social creatures; humans are social; easier to bond and share time when you share same space. It’s nice to live with the one you love, or can be. But the writing made me want to puke.
Okay, so I’m not exactly single. But I do check the “Single” box on my taxes. Does that count? I’ll overrule for the moment, and say, yes. Yes, it counts. Besides, it would be okay if I were absolutely single. It’s infuriating that society derides the single life. Oh, Being Single is fine when you’re young …
I like being independent. I love the idea of being my own person, all the time, without a care in the world. Solopoly, the idea of being polyamorous but remaining one’s own primary relationship. Without any of the burdens (though, yes, without some of the benefits) of a long term, committed, involved on every level …
Dear Valentine’s Day, First off, I apologize on behalf of the humanity who will inevitably poop all over you. Jealousy that nobody bought them pink chocolates or ruffled cards? Can’t celebrate a holiday without involving massive amounts of panic and stress? Oh, it doesn’t matter. No, you aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. Some prefer other holidays …