Yup yup, it's a new day. I was so happy to see the new CVZ set and video when I finally got my internet running last night, it was a very nice housewarming gift. lol. I still have to unpack everything, but eh. It can wait.
No more death threats, all is quiet on the western front. Thank God I have been spared from reading more pathetic would-be goth prose. I've decided it's an idle threat, she would have done something by now. I still don't know if i'll go clubbing this thursday though because she could show up there. Maybe this thursday i'll just have a nice curry dinner with the folks and that'll be that.
I like my new place, it's in a woodsy area and i'm surrounded by pine trees and the sounds of children playing. I feel like I am buried in some kind of tree hollow in Yosemite. My bed is next to my window and I can tell it'll be an excellent spot for dreaming, writing poetry, spinning up cool new sets or cuddling with cute girls, if they ever actually come over. This place is a castle of love.
Speaking of which, I'd better get some damn nookie now that i'm living alone. Last year, when I had a roommate in the dorms, it was complete hell for my sex life. We had to resort to the lounge, her car, the service elevator, yet strangely we didn't get caught. Well, except once, when my roomie came home early, and I put a "do not disturb" sign on my door, yet she chose to ignore it, I was pretty pissed at her for a few days. Actually one time we did have sex while my roomie was sleeping like 5 feet away and she was snoring like an old, large man. It was really a turn off but at least we didn't get caught.
Wow man, I really can't remember the last time my body actually hurt from horniness. This blows. My friend is trying to get me to go with him to the Power Exchange, but sex clubs are not my thing and, um, can we say diseases? I know they've got all this protection there, blah blah blah, but i'd rather not take my chances, if there's going to be risk involved it better be worth it.
I should go to a support group. I'm a sex junkie. I need help. I want it back. My supply has been cut off for four months now. Four. My crotch is angry at me.
Wow, there is going to be a workshop/discussion about feminine erotic dominance in the area. Looks interesting. As you can tell, anything about femme identity piques my interest. We don't see much about true femme identity in the media, it is tainted with the patriarchal stereotypes of the sexpot or the penis-hater. Once, I did an entire research paper on the attractive qualities of deathly women in romanticist poetry-- for instance, the Lamia, a hideous beast that turns into a beautiful woman and kills lovers viciously, the woman of life-in-death in "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" and another Lamia, a lesbian temptress in "Christabel." It was the most engaging paper i've ever written, I think maybe i'd like to do even more research on it if I have more free time. My all-time favorite death temptress is the Rusalka (from Czech folklore), the spirit of a pure woman killed by a lover at a lake; her spirit haunts the lake and she emerges in the center of it, completely nude when the full moon hits the waters. She summons men into the lake who fall for her charms and then she drowns them with her bare hands for retribution, unable to tell the difference between them and her unjust lover from long ago. Not only does she drown them, but she forces their souls into hell.
I don't know why evil women tempt me. lol.
No more death threats, all is quiet on the western front. Thank God I have been spared from reading more pathetic would-be goth prose. I've decided it's an idle threat, she would have done something by now. I still don't know if i'll go clubbing this thursday though because she could show up there. Maybe this thursday i'll just have a nice curry dinner with the folks and that'll be that.
I like my new place, it's in a woodsy area and i'm surrounded by pine trees and the sounds of children playing. I feel like I am buried in some kind of tree hollow in Yosemite. My bed is next to my window and I can tell it'll be an excellent spot for dreaming, writing poetry, spinning up cool new sets or cuddling with cute girls, if they ever actually come over. This place is a castle of love.
Speaking of which, I'd better get some damn nookie now that i'm living alone. Last year, when I had a roommate in the dorms, it was complete hell for my sex life. We had to resort to the lounge, her car, the service elevator, yet strangely we didn't get caught. Well, except once, when my roomie came home early, and I put a "do not disturb" sign on my door, yet she chose to ignore it, I was pretty pissed at her for a few days. Actually one time we did have sex while my roomie was sleeping like 5 feet away and she was snoring like an old, large man. It was really a turn off but at least we didn't get caught.
Wow man, I really can't remember the last time my body actually hurt from horniness. This blows. My friend is trying to get me to go with him to the Power Exchange, but sex clubs are not my thing and, um, can we say diseases? I know they've got all this protection there, blah blah blah, but i'd rather not take my chances, if there's going to be risk involved it better be worth it.
I should go to a support group. I'm a sex junkie. I need help. I want it back. My supply has been cut off for four months now. Four. My crotch is angry at me.
Wow, there is going to be a workshop/discussion about feminine erotic dominance in the area. Looks interesting. As you can tell, anything about femme identity piques my interest. We don't see much about true femme identity in the media, it is tainted with the patriarchal stereotypes of the sexpot or the penis-hater. Once, I did an entire research paper on the attractive qualities of deathly women in romanticist poetry-- for instance, the Lamia, a hideous beast that turns into a beautiful woman and kills lovers viciously, the woman of life-in-death in "The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" and another Lamia, a lesbian temptress in "Christabel." It was the most engaging paper i've ever written, I think maybe i'd like to do even more research on it if I have more free time. My all-time favorite death temptress is the Rusalka (from Czech folklore), the spirit of a pure woman killed by a lover at a lake; her spirit haunts the lake and she emerges in the center of it, completely nude when the full moon hits the waters. She summons men into the lake who fall for her charms and then she drowns them with her bare hands for retribution, unable to tell the difference between them and her unjust lover from long ago. Not only does she drown them, but she forces their souls into hell.
I don't know why evil women tempt me. lol.
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and they have been know to lure innocent people into
the water with their beauty and singing and then kill them.
so, when I was a kid, I really wasn't sure whether I should
like them or be afraid of them....