No. 144: Flashing My Pussy on the Street

It was that time of day when the gentle afternoon sun envelops the city. In that laid-back atmosphere that makes everyone feel a little sleepy, I took my first step today. Clothes I actually like. The feel of shoes I’m not used to makes my heart flutter just a little… but even that is part of who I am. As I walked down the tree-lined street, the dry leaves crunched beneath my feet, and for some reason, it made me happy. I’ve decided not to worry anymore about what people passing by might think of me. After all, right now, in this very moment, I’m walking with such a peaceful heart. The wind caressed my hair, and my shadow looked just a little slimmer. At this time of day, the colors of the world look different, as if I’ve just woken up from a long hibernation. It doesn’t matter who I am or what I am. What matters is finding a place where I can just be myself.