Mistakes

There’s nothing like making many mistakes and trying many things to know what I was missing out on. The grass was greener. The false morality of catholic upbringing takes some dismantling. I’m only really saved by the pushy, transgressive, curious side of me that wants the good-bad things. That wants safe risk, to find my edges and be seduced through them on my terms. Wholesome is nice, but I long for permission. For the things I didn’t think were allowed. And of the surprising things that I didn’t know anyone would want.