This could also have been titled ‘these are a few of my favorite things‘.
Things for which I give purely lascivious thanks:
Women who shave.
Women who love me.
Women who are not afraid to talk about it.
I’m thankful for every woman out there who takes off her clothes and lets someone take pictures, that I and others like me might enjoy such beauty.
I’m thankful for masturbation. It’s sex with someone I love.
I’m thankful for the taste of pussy, the feel of breasts in my hand, the curve of a beautiful ass against me.
I am thankful for the beauty of a woman’s orgasm.
I’m thankful for love, for romance, for unexpected connections with people far and wide.
I’m thankful for friendship and for people who listen when I need to talk.
I’m thankful for the words “I love you“.
I’m thankful that people read this shit.
This holiday is a trite, silly thing, but under it lies rites of the equinox, harvest festivals, libations to the gods. Today it’s about pilgrims in absurd hats (puritans — not people who should be celebrated, but instead reviled); it’s about turkey and cranberries, and stuffing.
So I do not, as a rule, give thanks this day. I see no gods, revere no higher power. What I have, I worked for, made, or was lucky to find. But sometimes, some ways, the universe provides; against great odds, things line up and go your way. That is what I am thankful for; the small bounties, the little things that make my life oh-so-much better.
It’s been an interesting year. Outside, in the great big world, there are bad things happening. Government, war, hate, stupidity. A moral crusade, in which I am most certainly the enemy, though my enemies don’t yet know it. But here — in the small places, the little space that is my life, it’s been a year of great bounty. Truly, I am thankful.