I wake up with sensations still lingering in my head. Images of women pleasuring each other, friends and strangers all around. The shame and desire all mixed with each other. I could be 30 or I could be 12.
I know that these dreams are more than twisted memories.
I know there is a message in the deep.
Grab my computer and begin writing. The words flow and I can start to see.
There is pain, there is love, there is frustration with desire. There is shame and anger, fear and loss.
Three decades as a man have brought me to this moment. A world of porn, a life of searching. A heart full of love and a creative mind.
My dreams are calling me and I am calling them. From the depths I reach and grab a few, pulling them up to my conscious awareness. Shining light on what once hid inside my mind.
Now I make it public, explicit in my words, implicit in their meaning.
I continue to open, letting this energy flow. Letting myself be vulnerable, as I am, as I should be, as I was meant to be.
Stepping into the path of truth, letting myself be seen, in order to see others and fill my dreams with more reality.
Until dreams become reality, and reality becomes a dream.
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