Tenderness Is Not A Token

Well, doctor, the beat in my environment is you.  You keep order in the chaos, especially when many countries are involved.  There is also the complication of chemical use, at latter parts of the day, around me.  I concentrate on theory, while sexual advances must be boundaried, quickly.  I am SOOOOO sick of men (and inappropriate women) I am not fated to be with, come on to me.  I have a part of me who does not want to harm the ego, but another part of me is f**kin sick of it.  I do have a dignity that has been saying no for all of my years, but no one cares to listen.  Your sexuality is not my job, but I do want to be around other people sometimes.  Can't we just go to coffee for a month to start, and see if you are the best fit for me?  My empathic way honors your yes, but YOUR dignity should honor my no.  Sir, can we make it all go away?  A flash of an image is enough for me to move on today.  I have been so overtouched that I am getting physically ill when I eat.  Stop seeing me as your next meal, and do not touch me, male or female, if legal voices in your head say, "Stay away!!!"  I will allow my closest family, but everyone else can go away, and NO it is not okay to even push through my community in this space of time.  Give me time to have someone learn tenderness with me.  I had one appointment with you, doctor, where you examined a concussion, and you were actually very tender with the back of my head.  Part of it was that he asked me for permission to touch, and then explained what he was doing.  It is sad that that experience sticks out so much to me.  Thank you for those 30 seconds.