January 24, 2011 - 9:05 p.m.
Sometimes in an attempt to feel free we just end up feeling dirty spit in your cup, get the taste out of my mouth-dirty and i dont'feel used i feel like I said all the right things and still ended up with a cock in my mouth shocked un expectant The dialogue was clear: I just want to make a few things known: I wont' get emotional, wont get attached. I have no expectations. I won't treat you like an object, unless you ask me to... Let's get one thing straight: I am a lesbian. I think men are mostly ridiculous. I even, to some extent, find you ridiculous, all 'action movie' and girls bent over in vulnerable positions... guy-like I reel, in my mind, through the possible STIs of a night like this. You don't believe, because I have a paper bag of condoms (which my dad gave me as a joke, after a conference on health where a girl he thought I should meet was promoting sexual health, and gave him as part of her promotional 'job'). I have a bag of rainbow condoms in my bathroom drawer. which I will never use, except that I might, unless I get too freaked out by the idea of what might happen to me, in my head if I let myself go down that rabbit-hole-road, where I stop having control of how I am viewed and what happens to me My 14 year old self floods back into me, terrified that I will die of meningitis after kissing Graham Bond. What will happen to me, when I shatter my world, let the outside in, let go of the stays that have held me up. I know. when you tell me my body is beautiful under your hands and when i see the way your skin reacts to my touch that I have a problem here on my hands in my head that I am playing with fire feeling so out of my element sucking cliches between tongue and cheek fucking terrified of what it means for me that I let you into my play-world and let it become real for a second i cannot become my untouchable self again and must simply be okay with having been handled turned over and tossed back into my own thoughts no amount of thinking can settle the disquiet of having the world shake deliberatly, under my own sense of... pick my self back up off the floor re-straighten the sheets destroy my own name re-orient myself and spit into the glass to shake, silent, and uncertain towards another day, where my mouth has new truth to tell and another face behind this face with nothing left to say. Mr. M. Miss C. A game I cannot decide if I am ready or able to play.
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