What is it?
Jun. 29th, 2004 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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Date: 2004-06-29 01:40 pm (UTC)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.
Bloody Brilliant, babe.
Damn
Date: 2004-06-29 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-30 12:58 am (UTC)Kisses
Nem
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Date: 2004-07-01 03:18 pm (UTC)Damn. *hugs* I have much loff for you.
You're too damn smart, you know. You and Liz both. *huggles*
-the golden god (tm)