geometricalfuck

I just remembered I've always been in touch with my feminist side.
When in third grade, I was "in love" with this chicita named Stephanie Geurgen. I'd wait for my mother to fall asleep before tip-toeing out of my room, breaking into the computer room, and writing "Geoffrey Geurgen loves Stephanie Geurgen" with a red crayola.
This seriously became an obsession. I'd do it night after night, until she refused to accept a Valentine's Day card.
Even those days left me sexually frustrated. While trying to sleep, I'd hear the song that goes, "Take my breath away;" the one from TOP GUN. Humming to myself, hearing the words in my head, I'd grind the shit out of my sheets, not understanding why everything felt so pure.