Staving off the lonelies..

My husband and I have been living separately a little over a year and a half now, and i'm just becomming lonely. Not all the time, but sometimes, I get lonely.
Being alone constantly has definitely given me opportunity to develop as an artist. It has been refreshing to not,be kicked in the back/sides/legs/torso while asleep, but it has also become harder to sleep without those little feet. Without god night hugs & kisses, its been rough. At my core, I miss the arms of my little buggers holdung

Everybody plays the fool (sometimes baby)

There is no exception to the rule, so the song goes. i'm finding the same truth in life . Tonight I had a fantastic night and still went home alone. I know it was purposeful because i'd prefer to sleep with people that I also like while sober. I see that my truth is that when I go to party, I really just go to dance. Not pick up anybody. My bitch (beast aka cannon rebel) protects me from entering into situations I would later regret. Like that ackward moment when you try to figure out a way to excuse your companion from your space. I want a person that I can wake up to. That causes me to not think about the cigarette I want to smoke first thing in the morning. 
Besides these parties provide me with all the imagination I need when I get home to have a wonderful orgasm. And really,thats all a girl every really needs. Two fingers and a great imagibation. !

Happy PRIDE ya'll!