Welcome to my first blog entry. I think I’m supposed to write about how I’m going to explore myself and my changing identity...how I’m going to write deep and meaningful entries about my journey…how I might throw in the occasional erotica…Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll get to that. Today I’d much rather talk about ice cream.
I love ice cream. It’s become a well-known part of my identity. I love the sheer variety of flavors…I love the different textures: creamy, crunchy, silky, fluffy…I love the sensation of going into an ice cream store that I’ve never been in…or one in which I’ve had many happy memories.
I love digging a spoon into a pint of something I’ve never tried before and finding out it’s AMAZING (Hello, Target brand Madagascan Vanilla/Belgian Chocolate!). I love pulling out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s S’mores when I need a good comfort ice cream. I love taking someone to experience an ice cream store or flavor that they’ve never had before.
I love being curled up on the couch, sharing a pint of ice cream with someone I love. I love that my chosen family knows that a bowl of ice cream can make almost anything better. I love that ice cream has become a big part of my life. If I could open any kind of store, it would be an ice cream parlor.
I love ice cream. And that’s what you need to know about me today.
RHS
