My Bestest Friends

My Best Friend is satinvalkyrie

Our 96 common interests are: ancient history, black lace, books, concerts, corsets, depeche mode, drambuie, english literature, erotica, fairy tales, fanfiction, gourmet cooking, graphic novels, harry potter, history, libraries, liquor, literature, lucius malfoy, lust, medieval clothing, movies, music, mythology, old movies, order of the phoenix, original characters, passion, poetry, pride and prejudice, prisoner of azkaban, reading, religion, roleplaying, rum, sensuality, sex, smut, tattoos, the goblet of fire, type o negative, unrequited love, vampires, vintage, water, wind, winter, writing, ancient history, black lace, books, concerts, corsets, depeche mode, drambuie, english literature, erotica, fairy tales, fanfiction, gourmet cooking, graphic novels, harry potter, history, libraries, liquor, literature, lucius malfoy, lust, medieval clothing, movies, music, mythology, old movies, order of the phoenix, original characters, passion, poetry, pride and prejudice, prisoner of azkaban, reading, religion, roleplaying, rum, sensuality, sex, smut, tattoos, the goblet of fire, type o negative, unrequited love, vampires, vintage, water, wind, winter, writing

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sapphirescarlet and satinvalkyrie share 96 interests.

What is it?

What is this compulsion to expose ourselves? Why do we feel the need to write here, sharing those miserable moments when we're so certain we're alone, in order to feel not quite so alone? People often surround us, people who don't want in, who don't want to know you're alone, don't care, don't see, are alone themselves.  There are people surrounding us as well who often do care, yet we can't let them in. Never, no no no, they over react, they shame us, they tell us we're 'wrong' to 'feel', we 'should'nt', we 'can't', they 'won't' allow us to. Bastards. One and all.

How dare you insinuate that I'm less than what I am?  I could get snarky here, with the "I yam what I yam" stuff or even "Practically perfect in every way."  But as much as I snark, its true. Don't question my feelings. Don't discount them - and if you do - fuck you. I hate being so harsh, but after years of the bullshit, what else can you say?

So this is me. I got tired of completing 'profiles' and I refuse to take out a personal ad. I'd like to think I don't care if anybody gets me any more. But I"m so grateful that a few of you here do. And an even fewer of you want to know more.

 

I stand back and look

Long dark curls

Green eyes?

Blue?

Yes, sometimes.

They ignite with a sweep.

Try me

Hold a match in your teeth at 30 feet.

Lips that suggest with the slightest curve

Speak silent volumes of eroticism.

A slow easy smile

Great tits (I’ve heard THAT enough)

Quick wit - too quick - I can’t let a tease pass

Sweet-tea words soothe

Vinegar words burn and come all too frequently

That’s me.

Old men and old women

Look at me, they shake their heads and say

"If you had been born 30 years earlier"

"I don’t know what’s wrong with men today"

I smile.

"I don’t either"

As I walk away.

But a little chunky monkey

Will make it all better.