An Essay A Day For A Year
By Roe
Day 8, January 8, 2012
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Hello there ladies of the world, this is love-her boy calling. I say love-her boy because I most certainly am a BOY, and my lifelong endeavor, profession, and hobby is to love HER. In this essay I’m going to say lots of things about loving her, things that come from my heart, and things that also come from my heart lower down in my anatomy that never stops producing love-hers. I certainly don’t mean to offend you ladies, as a matter of fact I didn’t say this was love-you boy calling, I said it was love-her boy, so even though you may be a lady, at least I am talking about the hottie with the 5” heels next to you (yes, you noticed her shoes first thing), so no reason to get all modern female on me. I really am here to have fun and I hope you are too. If you are not, I suggest you sign off now, and just sneak back when no one is looking just for some sexy giggles. As for you fellow love-her boys, “are those some sexy heels she is wearing or what!” “No, not the lonely one sharpening her scalpel, her sexy rival next to her!”
My job as lover-her beautiful female-ians of the world, (and there are no females who are not beautiful, or alien to me) is to fill her up and make her preggie. That is what I have been doing for the last 10 million years before I got this part time job as a modern man. The truth is I love her, I love every part of her, and all I ever do or think about or wish for, is to love her. I love her from the heart of a child from now until the newest son in the newest galaxy gets tired of shining on her, and I did not day sun, I said son. But long before I knew I was loving with my heart, long before I was conscious of my love for her, I loved her by placing my seed inside her womb as she embraced me with acceptance and want. This was the beginning of my consciousness and love for her and everything in the universe, mine and yours. I felt a glorious “love-me? moi? yo?” And then baby came whom WE both loved, and the entire universe smiled an electric WOW as we shared love. That is how her and he and baby got us to this miraculous here and now.
But let’s back up to the good part! And since you know I am a BOY, you know that for me it is the part where I get to put my seed in her womb! Oh yes oh yes oh yes!, I really like that part! You see, I have this most special gift for you my love, I have 3-5 billion mini me love-hers 1-10 times a day, 24/7 and 365 times, for about 75 years, all designed to get her preggie! That makes ….well I put it into my calculator and it started smoking, so I guess that’s a lot of love!. Please forgive me, but I don’t need or want any forgiveness, I really really, really love her, and I love to love her, and that is my lifelong, endeavor, job, and hobby! I am BOY!
Every mommy knows that little boys are very sensitive. Every mommy knows that little boys are very vulnerable. And every mommy knows that when it comes to loving her, little boys take their feelings and job very, very shyly, very cautiously, and very, very seriously. Every mommy also remembers the time before she was a mommy when every boy, big or little, old or young, cute or not so cute, hoped and tried to put their many little love-hers in her wombie. She remembers the game of kitty-cat meets soooooo many howling little pack doggies all wanting to love her at the same time and at the same place, and all the time. And pre mommy remembers why she learned how to show her “yes”, and “maybe”, and “no” to her suitors all looking, all smiling, and all going bark! bark! bark!, let me!, pick me!, love me!.
Well this paragraph is for my brother adoring love-hers, from the puppies to the mongrels of all breeds. “Dudes, kitty cat only has one little eggie per month, and it might be for you, and it might be for me, and so show your love in the appropriate time and place and way, and if you are very very lucky, she may just embrace you, and want you, and accept you. Hell dude, you might just go off like a wow-wow rocket into orbit when you find out that she does in fact love you, so be cool!” Well the first thing that happened is a the baddest ass Harley Dogyson riding Rott came walking up, scars all over him from too many altercations with kitty, and said, “If we do that, can you promise us pretty please please, please that kitty won’t be mean to us and hurt or feelings?” Yup. There is a very sweet boy in here.
So I appeal to you ladies with all my shameless doggy-loves-you heart, please try to remember that we are Boys! We love you! We adore you! We mate you! We preggie you! We keep you! We protect you! And we can’t live without you! And the most important part, just today I have made no less than 5 billion (on a bad day), miniature ways to love you, and though you may struggle to contain the love of your one and only eggie, I just gotta, gotta, gotta love you my beauty! Bark, bark, bark! So please don’t hold it against me when I watch you and oggle you and whistle at you and want you and love you and… bark bark bark! That is what I do! That is all I do! And I want to do it with you, and that is the biggest compliment from the bottom of my heart, whether my heart is up north or south. Remember? BOY and GIRL.
So please, please, dress for me like a girly girl! Please no more androgy-girl clothes that look like mine. You look like one of my bro’s with bumps, and I’m not into bro’s. I know you want me to love you as a person, not an object, let alone a “sex” object, but I’ll get to that after, just like I did and you did with biology for the last million years. First, you are so pretty, so sexy, and so love-her, I just can’t stop looking at you, and hoping for you, and loving you. Show me whatcha’ got my beauty, and if I am appropriate at the right time and place, will you please, first, be ever so gentle with me? In truth I’m scared to death inside that you won’t like me, or that you’ll hurt my feelings, or that you’ll say no. When you say no I die inside a little bit more, and when you do it with grace and kindness, I smile and still love you. (plus you probably want me to try again you tricky mean little kitty).
But when you do it with all that body language of offense, “can you believe that “it” actually wants to be with “me”, euw!” And to the chump next to me you waggle all over like a viral kitty, my hurt turns to mad dog, and out of protection of my own wounded little boy, I can't help but attack the very girly girl I can’t live without. I’m so sorry about that, for me and for you, but it’s just a boy thing, and a girl thing, and all I really want is you, you. you, bark bark bark! Can’t you just be fair to both of us? So let’s try again. You are my sex object, and I am your sex object, fucking DUH!” and OK, I may not be YOUR sex object or you may not be MY sex object right here and right now, but you can’t turn off a 100 million years of oingy boingy in 20. Besides, you so secretly think I’m kinda cute, I can feel it! (or at least I pray!) And oingy boingy is fricken fun by the way!
Please dress and look and act and smell and move just as kitty-cat as you can for me my love! Bark bark bark! I know you want it and me too. Meow, meow!. You love to be beautiful, you love to be seen and admired, and you love to be feminine and sexy and the princess of the universe. You have a little girl in there too and she is lonely like me, needing attention like me, needing touch and love like me, and horny as a three horned devil (me) and wanting to mate in the alley like a wild cat (you), and you don’t have to hide that and neither should I. I’ll try so hard to remember that you only have one little miraculous eggie this month, if you try and remember that I have a massive head ache, and its 5 billion strong, and it isn’t in my brain. It is in my heart, and my BOY heart starts and ends from the bottom, and did I mention that you have the most beautiful bottom in the universe! Bark bark bark!. And I’ll try and remember that you may gracefully say “thank you for noticing bad boy!, or handsome boy, or courageous boy, ME-OW! But I’m taken, or can’t, or politely decline, my little BOY lover. And I promise the worse I’ll ever feel is admiration for you, (and hide my heartbreak), and maintain hope renewed to bark bark bark! the next time I feel love (30 seconds later).
If we do good my love princess, I mean real good, you get to be my love queen, and it is all you and I ever dream of, even If I may not be THE him. Please give me a chance! I’m a BOY, and I say “hell yeah!” And you are a girl, and I say, “Oooooooooooooh La La!” And that only means that I want to fill your wombie with my seed, and if you’ll have me with all your lover you, from head to toe, I will make you my Queen! And then you can run me around like a happy little chicken in a female-ian thunderstorm like Goddess mommy did to every man that laid eyes on her. Bark bark bark!. And besides, I might just give you 5 billion babies!
And one more last thing girlie, if you can’t do your best to understand and appreciate and welcome and reject me with grace, it is also so very hard for me to understand and appreciate and welcome and (I never reject you) with grace. And then I can’t help but notice the girl with the outrageous sexy 5” heels next to you, and she can’t help but notice me. But it is you that I love and want, so let’s see and hear some “meow, meow!” beautiful, I’m ready for you. And if I don’t just quite measure up right now, please show me what a real lady you are. (and I’ll try again in two more minutes!) Bark bark bark!, means you are so beautiful and I just love you so much, and thank you for listening.
See you tomorrow.
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
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