Moment- you suddenly discover an infatuation. It starts with a comment, a sudden observation, mention in conversation, about the person. A comment you made even.
Moment- you start paying more attention to them, what they say. You run to check for a new post by them.
Moment- you approach the threshold of your house, and realize that all the things that cause this infatuation- all the things that drew you, are the same things you're going home to.
And the cycle goes around, and the events that you've seen before turn, and turn differently.
At first infatuation scared, embarassed me. Now... now I realize that its a different spice. Someone similar enough to your love and different enough to be wonderful.
Tonight, it's a fey night outside.
For some reason, I can't find any written description of sexuality that I can identify with, save the one I composed involving all that fun transgenderation. I want to write more stories like that. I have this entire image of what sexuality is supposed to be, and everything else leaves me flat. My image ties into so much of existance... I guess you could call it a "lifestyle", except it isn't. It's a worldview. A way of looking at things and people...
It's hyperindividualism.
