Opposite other

It's long past time to find someone. Someone both cruel and soft. A not-quite-biological dick to suck and f*ck, but with someone on the other end who understands what I need, and maybe even cares, just a little, just for a night, perhaps. Time for someone new so that memory doesn't haunt me and lonliness doesn't taunt me quite so much. So that I won't care about the casual cruelty of the last encounter. I long ago stopped mourning the loss, but I haven't quite gotten back in the saddle despite a few scattered dates here and there. There are so many other things in my life: friends, family, work; I'm fine by myself. But it's time to try again, to walk once more that dangerous edge of trust and desire. Time to find someone to understand the queer girl parts of me that sometimes shy away in their strength. Time to let myself care again.