I stare, I can't help it.
I love the human form. So much so that I can't not stare. Reveling in the beauty...it's like slipping slowly, sleepily into warm water. I'm constantly feeling like I've been "caught" but I can't make any more apologies for it. It's who I am.
Watching someone beautiful do something as mundane as turn the page in a book captivates me the same way leaves do when they're dancing at twilight in the summer breeze. Or fireflies...a little speck of brightness in a sometimes very dark world.
I make no apologies.
A beautiful friend, who heart I'm connected to by an invisible string of lifetimes, or a sensuous stranger who serves no other purpose but as a masterbatory point of reference.
I make no apologies.
In the movie "Unfaithful" there is a brilliant quote that banned me from guilt:
"There are no mistakes in life. There are things you do, and things you don't do."
I make no apologies.
