boundcreature

okay, so you've been waiting since december to get it on with this absolutely amazing chick and tonight is the night. she's got pale skin and beautiful eyes and her body is calling you, the pheromones are rocking and she wants it, she's screaming for it, your both naked as you can get and she's on her back, legs gently spread apart, urging you in and you're held up on top of her, arms tightened, triceps pushed out, as you hover gently, wanting more than anything in the world to let yourself go, she's begging for it and teasing you, whispering in your ear and licking your neck, everytime your grip loosens, you accidentally slip it in just a little bit, but you can't do it. the minute you slip it all the way inside, it's over and you have to leave and you can't see her again, probably for another couple of months, almost certainly in another place...

and that is EXACTLY what it was like not being able to slam, skank or otherwise dance in a pit tonight as THROW RAG and SHANGHAI VALENTINE rocked the living shit out of The Middle East.

the only way tonight could've been a better show was with screaming and dancing (y'know, the kind with physical contact) and possibly even having my nose broken or at least being hit in the face really hard during THROW RAG's last song. it would be amazing.

SHANGHAI VALENTINE are my new favorite band.

once again, for the life of me, i cannot understand how a city, whose historic pasttime is drunken rioting, can have so few venues where punk rock is possible.

people die at lame fucking riots over a fucking bunch of whiny, overpaid, shill baseball players who are suddenly darlings because they finally managed to win a fucking World Series...

and yet DANCING is illegal.