I really enjoy sexual adventure, I only spent a small amount of time in my life being embarrassed of myself or what I felt. I was horny, confused teenager, middle school was tough. I knew I was supposed to like boys but I didn't. I started writing in a diary the summer before middle school started. I stopped writing in that diary around 9th grade or so, but I continued a sexual diary because I wanted to write down my experiences. I think it's healthy to be true to yourself as no one else is getting hurt... even though I know I've done and still do some things that can hurt. I mean, I'm only human, and I regret nothing to this day. Today I am a horny, confused woman. Decided that I am a little sad lately and probably should write a little bit. Poetry seemed like an idea.