[b]Taylor Jenkins Reid
People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘you’re safe with me’- that’s intimacy.[/b]
So they tell me.
I’m under absolutely no obligation to make sense to you.
Nor you to me.
Sometimes reality comes crashing down on you. Other times reality simply waits, patiently, for you to run out of the energy it takes to deny it.
And it’s not like you can tell it to go fuck itself.
I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else’s muse.
I am not a muse.
I am the somebody.
End of fucking story.
I guess she told us.
It’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.
Fascinating for starters.
Men often think they deserve a sticker for treating women like people.
Either that or [for some] a blowjob.