Being a little freak with mommy issues is all fun and horny and what not. But do you ever just get really sad because, if all that horrible shit didn’t happen to you, you wouldn’t have to be the way that you are?
I feel so much grief over a version of myself that never got to exist. And, maybe it’s too speculative to say, but I really do think that if those things hadn’t happened and I was different, romantic love wouldn’t feel like an impossibility for me.
In other words, if my mommy hugged me more growing up, I wouldn’t be stuck attracted exclusively to older, unattainable women, and I would probably have this whole extra facet of life I’d get to explore with people my own age. You know. Like a normal person.















