Rebel Girl!
Rebel Girl!
Rebel Girl you are the queen of
My world!
So right now Grrlhavoc and I are talking on the phone and playing Flogging Molly's drunken lullabies at the same time.
Michelle Tea is reading next week! I'll be in the front row with a lighter and a foam hand saying she's number one. She is such an inspiration. I'll admit that her stage presence is skittish and you can tell she's nervous, but I do the same. I think the content of her work is much more important.
Grrlhavoc puts a smile on my face, i'm trying to come up with a creative and embarassing pet name for her. I proposed "Snuggle Cuddly" and she laughed hysterically.
Things would be wonderful if I could get to Texas. A kind of grape jelly on wheat toast in the morning wonderful. I won't even get into the allusion to that cliche, All-You-Can-Eat.
I could cuddle next to Grrlhavoc and be warm at night again, have someone to fall asleep next to. "Please sir, may I have some more?"
The drama of my life is strange. A hero's quest for love begins stunted in horrid gay bars and ends up 1,500 miles away in Texas. The higher power surely has a twisted sense of humor.
I'm frustrated at the distance, but at the same time, happy to speak with such a charming and romantic girl that takes the time to call me every day and ask me how my day went, or say nice things in Tagalog about me. I'm content, and nearly always masturbating to the point of staggering in slurred speech, prancing about my room in nearly nothing but a black thong, downing soymilk.
I've been thinking about constructive things to do while I wait for her arrival. I saw a class about erotic dancing for your lover at the LGBT center or Good Vibes, I can't remember.
But the last time I tried to pole dance, I rushed up to the pole, banged my crotch against the metal and fell crumpled to the floor, while my friends cracked up and flung themselves about with the greatest of ease like whirlybobs.
Rebel Girl!
Rebel Girl you are the queen of
My world!
So right now Grrlhavoc and I are talking on the phone and playing Flogging Molly's drunken lullabies at the same time.
Michelle Tea is reading next week! I'll be in the front row with a lighter and a foam hand saying she's number one. She is such an inspiration. I'll admit that her stage presence is skittish and you can tell she's nervous, but I do the same. I think the content of her work is much more important.
Grrlhavoc puts a smile on my face, i'm trying to come up with a creative and embarassing pet name for her. I proposed "Snuggle Cuddly" and she laughed hysterically.
Things would be wonderful if I could get to Texas. A kind of grape jelly on wheat toast in the morning wonderful. I won't even get into the allusion to that cliche, All-You-Can-Eat.
I could cuddle next to Grrlhavoc and be warm at night again, have someone to fall asleep next to. "Please sir, may I have some more?"
The drama of my life is strange. A hero's quest for love begins stunted in horrid gay bars and ends up 1,500 miles away in Texas. The higher power surely has a twisted sense of humor.
I'm frustrated at the distance, but at the same time, happy to speak with such a charming and romantic girl that takes the time to call me every day and ask me how my day went, or say nice things in Tagalog about me. I'm content, and nearly always masturbating to the point of staggering in slurred speech, prancing about my room in nearly nothing but a black thong, downing soymilk.
I've been thinking about constructive things to do while I wait for her arrival. I saw a class about erotic dancing for your lover at the LGBT center or Good Vibes, I can't remember.
But the last time I tried to pole dance, I rushed up to the pole, banged my crotch against the metal and fell crumpled to the floor, while my friends cracked up and flung themselves about with the greatest of ease like whirlybobs.
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"Sinong nanay mo??!??"
courtesy of an ex-girlfriend. Hopefully you'll get to hear that too