Bliss!

Ah… bliss. Thy name is surely ‘kindred spirit’.

Have you ever sat with a male version of yourself?
But one that had actually lived your fantasies and pushed the envelope as far as you had wanted
but never had the cojones to?
That, right there, is my definition of bliss.
And it doesn’t have to have a carnal dimension, it’s all cerebral and experience-based.
(ok, ok, so… somewhere deep, deep in the recesses of me, the carnal flame flickers… very, very distantly)

You exchange notes and experiences, you share joys and disappointments, you argue about ‘how could you not have loved/hated that’, you want to know ‘have you been? have you seen?’

Ah. Bliss.
Obrigada.
Kweli, ‘bahari ya mungu hai filisiki’.

Disappointed today?
Tomorrow brings surreal contact with life as it’s supposed to be.
Hang in there.
No other way of knowing, right?