Putting the Past in a TURKISH Rug

I have been having moments of stuttering, of late. I believe that it is a good sign that I take this on for all of you. The ones that I love must be able to communicate with confidence, compassion, and faith with me. Passion moves in the body. Paralysis or Parkinson's disease would also not be sexy. As I move through this day, and take in a movie about going back to the past, I realize that I never want to see those men again. There is a sickening feeling of being so tired of the knowledge that they exist. Holding my head high until the age of 43 has not been easy. There WILL be consequences if you have ever been a part of trying to break my heart and deny my true soul, academic degrees, or artistry. I am in a land of needing to not be touched at all. I see the reality of sexuality being so diseased all over the planet and in every community. I would have waited for marriage if I had had the opportunity. You are all dirty and diseased. None of you will consider this today, except my sweet Prince and KING Dunlop of the mystical land of Carmel, IN, and DUBLIN, Ireland. Dunlop we can do our adversity here, so that when we emerge together, I will have no fear.