I love a guy who asks me, “Why do women answer a question with a question?”
I laugh at him.
Maybe he thinks I am supposed to let him ask all the questions for that is the nature of guys?
He does not know my desires, to wear his cajones, and walk around pulling my suspenders so they slap back on my breasts. To have ‘the guys’ surround me with their fake stories of how they ‘keep their ladies in check ’cause they wear’ the proverbial ‘pants’ in the castle they come home to everyday.
I laugh louder now.
I am a WOMAN!
I have Sapphic Desires.
The man I love does not know of my asexual love.
It is not penis envy.
It is that I love myself, can love myself, therefore I can ask any question, any time, any place, because,
I wear the skirt.
I love me.
When I speak I speak seemingly only to myself. To the part of myself I make sweet love to.
He does not hear me when I speak.
Why should any question I offer in return to him make him feel so concerned.
Yes, I wear the skirt!