For Adults Only

The other morning while making the simple decision to reclose my eyes after being up at 4:00 am, I thought I could either go for a walk or rest. I decided to rest and thought: I’m an adult. For 20+ years I have now been an adult. I think about this at the oddest of times. Sometimes while driving, drinking coffee or even having a simple conversation. It’s as if I’m watching myself from a different place and it’s not really me. Because me still feels like a kid.

There was never an official welcome into adulthood/manhood. I never had a sweet sixteen, no bar mitzvah. The closest I got to a coming of age event, happened at 12 years of age while watching Peter Sellers (a.k.a. Inspector Clouseau) in a Pink Panther movie; he was running around a nudist colony. Aroused, I came (ejaculated) for the first time in my life. And though it felt incredibly amazing, I was terrified that something bad had happened. No one ever explained to me anything about orgasms and semen. And so coming into manhood happened all by my lonesome self. There was no big party with guests and envelopes filled with money.

I’m kind of glad there wasn’t a party (I don’t think I would have been able to cum with so many people around, Ha!)

But seriously, this way I have an excuse to always remain a kid. Because like the Toys R Us commercial says, “I don’t want to grow up.” As I age and see wrinkles, grey hair, age spots and a little more aches and pains, I love growing older. Because deep down inside, I don’t think I’ll ever really grow up. I may act more mature and a bit wiser, but the real part of who I am remains a little kid that is curious and playful. It’s just a matter of HOW much I want to let him play.

I’m fortunate to have my imagination and the talent of my artistic abilities. Especially with LITTLE, it’s been like being a kid again and playing without any rules. I find myself laughing out loud oftentimes while setting up the pieces before they are photographed. The piece here is titled, “Silly Rabbit.” As I put on the bunny ears, I laughed until my stomach hurt. I laughed at the silliness of the piece. Now it’s just a matter of taking this out into the ‘real’ world each day.

Marcel Proust wrote, “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” Because as adults, we may have the freedom of making choices, but the real freedom is in our abilities to change our perspectives at any given moment. We are free to choose how we see this world.

To the first 8 people who respond or post back on FAA or Facebook, I will be sending out Surprise Treats in the mail. Because, silly rabbits, tricks aren’t kids, they’re for ALL OF US. (Please make sure to shoot me your mailing address to Littlegirls98@aol.com)

Have a beautiful week ahead. Cheerios!