I am lucky, I guess.
I can look into a mirror and want to rip off my clothes and fuck the shit out of myself.
I’m always checking my reflection, lifting my shirt to gaze upon my exquisitely ripped abs and pulling my pants away from my flat belly to see if It is still there, which is big enough for a whole other book.
I’m strange and wonderful and lucky.
I look at my driver's license and come in my pants.
