Adoptive rents are out at some boring fundraiser dinner. Whole house to myself for the first time in forever. Put on some old school MCR and just... danced. Not the horny, grinding-against-a-wall kind. Just stupid, air-guitar, singing-into-a-hairbrush shit in my boxers. Felt like a fucking dork but also... weirdly good? Like a part of me I keep locked up. The part that isn't always thinking about getting fucked into the mattress or whose cock I want down my throat. Don't get me wrong, still fucking crave that ache of being used 'til I can't walk straight, but tonight it was just about the music. Guess even the most fucked-up orphans need a minute to just be dumb kids. Might even sketch something that isn't angry or horny for once. Maybe.