Transitioning into fall
I need a name for fall. Hot heaux summer was so good. I need something equally good for fall.
I’m not sure if I wanna be slutty christa or solemn christa or looking for love christa or alone christa. shameful christa? Magical christa? Owning my sexual power christa? Crying christa?
I won’t have my uterus anymore so maybe I’ll just be wombless christa and eat candy on the couch while watching Christmas movies.
I’m okay with this.
So let’s see. What can we call it.
Figuring it out fall?
Fall and Flailing
Frenetically frantic in fall
Fairy fall. No wait fairy tale fall.
I guess it doesn’t need to start with an F
This fall I want to be the dark crone vampire. bring all my boys into my web and see which ones come out on the other side. not as boys, no sir, but as men. Real men with the dexterity, with the strength, with the fingers, to dip deep into my honey power and stir it up, slow, sweet, make it swirl and tremble, over and over, and then… set me loose upon the world. Where I can flow thick and warm through the black streets, devouring more and more.
What do we call that fall?