Walking around baked in P80
Hit the streets with shnurts of P80 on the brain… I’m feeling male, groundedly, solidly male, like my male identity has turned up 2 or 3 notches… however, I’m not feeling childishly male, or petulant, or turfy/jerky, or pretend to be GI Joe in civvies who needs to eye fuck everybody in range to prove his dick exists… no… that is sad, very sad… like watching Ultimate Fighters beat each other to bloody pulps to be the king of which hill did you say ? No… that’s a weak male identity posturing like a strong one… compensating for a hoard of insecurities nagging away in the background…
Thankfully, P80 is the other kind of male strength, solid on its feet, appreciative without being possesive, no need to put on a show… a lot of pure being energy… almost you might say, a form of “law enforcement psychology”… very aware, very conscious of boundary, no acting like an idiot o.k. ? We know by now that that is a waste of precious life force…