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I’ll Do It Just About Anywhere

And I have no shame in where, when, or how I do it

The ecstasy I feel when doing it surpasses any logical reason to stop, so I keep going until my mind is ready to explode — it’s in that moment I feel released from the world completely, as if nothing else matters.

I’ve done it in weird places, you could say. I’m easily driven by inspiration, and when the mood strikes, I can’t say no; in fact, I can’t think of a worse way to suppress the urges in me longing to be released than to say that two letter word that denies me my rights of freedom of my mind, body, and soul.

I’m not done doing it in weird places, either. I try to seek out random holes in the wall, so I can better release my state of flow when indulging into my desires, caving in to feel that ecstasy. It’s not that I’m trying to make anyone uncomfortable, although I know I am at times — but hey, they can always join in if they feel secluded! I’m not trying to entice anyone, either. I’m merely doing what I know and what I love to do. Is that so wrong?

I’ll do it on planes, but truly, who hasn’t?

I’ll do it while waiting in line for the bathroom because, what else am I to do in those spare minutes (if I’m being realistic, it’s more like spare moments most times…)?