Here I am, in North Carolina at a completely different place than I thought I'd be last year at this time. Or I guess that's right. I can't say that I'd really planned, but somehow, blaming this on the children, I felt I owed everyone I gave birth to the comfortable suburban lifestyle that I thought was so very essential. Last year at this time, barring any other fantasies, I just figured I'd be a slave to suburbia until my children were grown. Now, I'm seriously contemplating a move from kinky, funky, swanky, scuzzy L.A. to some relatively rural location in the foothills of North Carolina.
So, how big of a deal does sex play in this? I remember writing in one of my journals, sometime during graduate school, that I'd love to be living on a farm with a woman someday. But now that someday may have arrived, I am here, in some kind of strange and fascinating relationship, with a dude. I so can't explain that.
Does it have to do with sex? I can't explain that, either.
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