testosterone and estrogen

(the writer’s snack)


Anyways, she was fine now; and bi now. Everything in her life had settled, found its true level. This is why she had a list (writers love lists): 
Work — all the time. 
Alcohol — moderate. 
Pills — for deadlines. 
Sex — only after deadlines were met. 
Sexual requirements: man or woman, and absolutely no intellectual stimulation required — in fact, it was frowned upon, really frowned upon. 
Love and romance — forget about it. Or not? Or yes? Or no? Maybe she was conflicted. 
She hated lists.