tippity top
thus far, i’ve topped twice this year, which, for anyone keeping track at home, is twice more than my brand would suggest.
in the traditional sense, i’m a bottom. spiritually, physically, emotionally, architecturally. my whole vibe says, “i brought snacks and unrealistic expectations.” but every now and then, life presents an opportunity for growth, and apparently growth sometimes involves me getting on top and immediately behaving like a make-a-wish has been granted.
do i enjoy topping? yes. absolutely. there’s something nice about the novelty of it. the confidence. the shift in perspective. the brief, shining moment where i think, wow, maybe i contain multitudes.
do i prematurely blow my load after, like, fifteen pumps? also yes.
and honestly? that’s between me, god, and whoever was kind enough to pretend it was flattering.