Deviant tastes

I told her to call me in case she needed anything. She nodded downwards, avoided my eyes and whispered sadly to forget her. “Okay” I said and without hesitation headed out the door. As I exited the house, I looked back and felt an urge to run back to her. But I didn’t give in. Instead I acknowledged how powerful rejection can be. Trying to rationalize things too much is of no use; strength is mostly the result of being able to withstand the passage of time and swallow the blow. Allow it in, let it unravel and manifest in weird ways, listen to music, smoke, drink, call friends and family you haven’t seen or talked to in a long time. Getting over the things that pop in and out of our mind requires patience. If we are able to handle our way, and heal in quietude, then we’re worth someone else’s time. Don’t overcrowd them. Give them space always. Sometimes, though, abandon all reason and go in search of madness. A real man makes no excuses for his desire and always takes full responsibility for his behavior.
We had a great time. A time that was full of rage, resentment, jealousy, tenderness, rebellion, kinkiness, all the result of deviant tastes.