I don’t give a damn who knows it. I don’t care for a second if they disapprove of my words. They can all go take a flying leap – I didn’t ask for their fucking opinions anyway.
I pay no heed to the consequences. “To hell with it all!” I cry out, fist in the air, middle finger a straight line of defiance pointing directly up at God himself. Fuck him too, he takes Himself way too seriously – another garden variety Dominant.
I stand tall and speak because I need you to know without a doubt that no one has ever done to me what you have. You have breathed life into me, sucked it out, and breathed it back in again.
So screw the cynics. Tell the nonbelievers to kiss my firm, white ass. There is always a chance we will go down in fabulous flames. But there is a better chance that we will rise up, love hard, and be legendary.
I’m not afraid that they will find out. That someone will read these words and some secret will be revealed. It doesn’t matter.
I don’t give a goddamn who knows it.
I love you.