Innocently Rewilding

First, they put me in shoes to disconnect me from my step, to try and disrupt my sure footedness in this life… they put a knife & fork in my hand, and tell me to be civilised. Eating with your hands and having your elbows on the table is considered rude. Well I’ll be damned, I don’t recall agreeing to all these fucking rules, I don’t recall ticking a little box saying I agree to these terms & conditions on entry into this life & this body.

A life of rewilding looks like licking my plate clean, crawling into bed with black soles and calling it a day. Sitting wide legged, knickers on display, not caring who sees. Because why are you looking anyway? It’s not an invitation. I guess you’re not used to seeing a feral woman, a real raw woman, one who isn’t going to cover her mouth when she yawns or needs you to say bless you when she sneezes. A real raw women who will spit out anything she doesn’t want in her mouth ~ words included. Not to be like “I’m that kinda girl” but I’m just innately that typa woman.

I was conditioned to only touch my body to apply something ~ make up, oil, moisturiser. Always a barrier between me & I. Most would be scared to know I used my own piss as moisturiser for a good period of time there. Works a treat in case you’re wondering, legs silky smooth. Why are we so disconnected from our own filth? Piss is actually sterile but you know what I mean. People shun it but then have a kink for getting spat on, shat on, pissed on but I’m the weird one from casually applying my own liquid gold on a Tuesday morning in my sunlit bathroom?

Nothing weird going on here, like i said I’m just innocently rewilding.