A Tale Of Three Joes

There are three Joes in my life right now.
And I am not being figurative.
There are three men.
Same Name.
In my life right now.
Each contributing in very different manners.
And, as note, names been changed to protect innocent.
But, I kid you not, these three men have same name.

Joe #1:
High executive of Fortune 500.
Local Politician.
Thinks he is utterly in love with me.
Thinks I am akin to a mix of Virgin Mary, Aristotle and Shakespeare.
Adores me.
And that is all I let him see.
But he makes me WANT MORE from life.
Because of him I went to law school.
Because of him I got my current job.
Because of him I am purer, smarter, more creative than I could ever be.

Joe #2:
Works at auto repair shop.
Tall, hot, and lusted after.
He likes to dominate me.
He adores my submission, my uninhibited sexual nature.
And that I will (and have) done sexual exploits so tabboo that they may be illegal in some states.
I am his obedient ass whore.
And that is all I let him see.
And he makes me want to BEG.
And he makes me want to SUBMIT.
And he makes me proud of the bruises on my ass the morning after.
Because of him I am more uninhibited, sexual, and submissive than I could ever be.

Joe#3:
Works in media industry.
Deep, profound and charismatic.
He makes me THINK.
He loves our INTELLECTUAL DISCOURSE.
And that we can be honest and open with each other.
And connect on a deeper level.
And I let him see ALL OF ME.
And he makes me be HONEST with MYSELF.
And his mind makes me want him.
And his personality makes me daydream about him for inordinate amounts of time during day.
Because of him, I am accepting me for me.

Me and my Joes.
None of them perfect.
None of the relationships ideal.
Or perfect.
Or storybook.
Or romantic.

But, they all bring me closer to self-realization.
And isn't that the point of human interaction, afterall?