Caption: B-Femme trying to match presumed neurosis with cute girl sitting across from her at a club.
So i'm going to yet another club with Sherry, the first girl I ever dated. I think it's ironic that tonight i'm going to go cruise for chicks with her. She's really cool though, I think she's one of the last sane lesbians out there. I would date her, except for the fact she frequents sex clubs and i'm hyper-paranoid about hygiene.
Thank you all for your comments. I'm starting to feel a little better, but I think it will take a little more time for me to get out of this funk.
And wow, did anybody notice that Claudia is now one of the chicks that pops up on the banner on the top of the SG site page? Whoo hooooooo! Man that girl is hot. And funny too!
I can't stop reading T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land." One section of his poem, "The Burial of the Dead" struck me:
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl."
-- Yet, when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer.
(Desolate and empty is the sea.)
So i'm going to yet another club with Sherry, the first girl I ever dated. I think it's ironic that tonight i'm going to go cruise for chicks with her. She's really cool though, I think she's one of the last sane lesbians out there. I would date her, except for the fact she frequents sex clubs and i'm hyper-paranoid about hygiene.
Thank you all for your comments. I'm starting to feel a little better, but I think it will take a little more time for me to get out of this funk.
And wow, did anybody notice that Claudia is now one of the chicks that pops up on the banner on the top of the SG site page? Whoo hooooooo! Man that girl is hot. And funny too!
I can't stop reading T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land." One section of his poem, "The Burial of the Dead" struck me:
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl."
-- Yet, when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed' und leer das Meer.
(Desolate and empty is the sea.)
grrlhavoc:
damn your hot
gil:
Word