Pegasus Chapter VI

Happy New Year! Amazing what a year has done. I finally got it. It’s me. Those boys in my 7th grade class were correct. I do look like a “baboon-butt”; as I vividly recall them taunting me as I walked out the middle-school cafeteria. ‘Baboon, where are you going?’ ‘Monkey girl…do you want a banana?’ they would shout as they grabbed their genitals offering their ripe bananas.

Looking back, I was long and lanky, no fat on my body except for a butt similar to J.Lo's, who is making plenty of money off of it now. But for a common, average girl with no self-esteem, I accepted the fact that I was or at minimum, looked like a full-breed baboon.

Yeah, yeah, yeah for the people that know me…stop being politically correct. I know what I look like…you never were appalled at the notion before. You sat there and let it happened. You didn’t stop the taunting. You sat as they called me monkey and said nothing, secretly laughing inside.

Admit it, you confirmed your family’s thoughts thru your present-day thoughts. You think me and the other baboons are unattractive, fat, ugly and repulsive. You secretly are glad that you don’t live in my skin --- covered with the ulcers and all. You couldn’t image anyone having sex with me, could you? The anti-vomiting medicine is on the right side of your medicine cabinet, if you need it.

Now that you are back and fully medicated..think though this….. What would happen if a baby was created…that child would be so baboon-ugly! Worse, a baboon sex-addict. Ugh.

It’s so clear. Otherwise why wouldn’t a healthy man like my non-gay husband not want to be intimate with me? I’m sure my monkey-breathe turned his stomach. Poor thing. I tormented him.

Can you blame him? What if YOU were married to me, the baboon? According to Google, I’m "monkey-like" whose ancestors are from Africa. I have a strong torso, a snout-like face, sharp canine teeth, powerful jaws, coarse body hair and a naked rump when I decided not to wear underwear that day. Clearly, this description is a far cry from the porn stars that our beloved sex addictions masturbated to everyday.

The definition goes on to say, I, Holey Mother, the baboon, am active during the day and eat both plant (I love spinach) and animal (I love steak). I live to form large groups and travel together foraging for food. That’s me; I will travel a distance for a great dinner at Ruth Chris with a bunch of friends.

I googled “Butt”…but its TMI (too much information) for this blog. I trust that you can picture a butt?

Now, just put the two words together; Baboon and Butt and then you will picture me, “HOLEY MOTHER! CREATOR OF SEX ADDICT!”