Quebecois boys are hot.
Maybe it is the french blood in me that gets rocking at the thought of them.....rawr.
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1. IF you were to choose the best meal after making love, what would it be?
2. If you could have any poet from history write a love poem to you, who would it be?
3.If you were to name the part of other people's bodies you most like to touch, what would it be?
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1. This is terrible but it would have to be a jr whopper with fries.
2. Baudelaire
3. If I feel safe with that person, I am so touchy! Fave would have to be the back of the neck and running my fingers through hair.
Overcast by Charles Baudelaire
Are they blue, gray or green? Mysterious eyes
(as if in fact you were looking through a mist)
in alternation tender, dreamy, grim
to match the shiftless pallor of the sky.
That's what you're like- these warm white afternoons
which make the ravished heart dissolve in tears,
the nerves, inexplicably overwrought,
outrage the dozen mind.
Not always, though-sometimes
you're like the horizon when the sun
ignites our cloudy autumn-how you glow!
A sodden countryside in sudden rout,
turned incandescent by a changing wind.
Dangerous woman-demoralizing days!
Will I adore your killing frost as much,
and in that implacable winter, when it comes,
discover pleasures sharper than iron and ice?
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I just unjoined a group I thought initially was really cool. Within a matter of a few posts, I came to realize that a lot of the people posting were out to bash others or just be crude. I actually felt physically revolted. Disgusted enough to have to write about it.... I guess some of those posts were meant to be humourous and I suppose I don't share in that type of humour. I don't think humour that comes at the expense of someone else's appearance or misfortune is funny at all. Some of the children I work with in my schools have disabilites and some severe challenges. If someone thought it was funny I would be so angry and upset!!
Maybe it is the french blood in me that gets rocking at the thought of them.....rawr.
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1. IF you were to choose the best meal after making love, what would it be?
2. If you could have any poet from history write a love poem to you, who would it be?
3.If you were to name the part of other people's bodies you most like to touch, what would it be?
............
1. This is terrible but it would have to be a jr whopper with fries.
2. Baudelaire
3. If I feel safe with that person, I am so touchy! Fave would have to be the back of the neck and running my fingers through hair.
Overcast by Charles Baudelaire
Are they blue, gray or green? Mysterious eyes
(as if in fact you were looking through a mist)
in alternation tender, dreamy, grim
to match the shiftless pallor of the sky.
That's what you're like- these warm white afternoons
which make the ravished heart dissolve in tears,
the nerves, inexplicably overwrought,
outrage the dozen mind.
Not always, though-sometimes
you're like the horizon when the sun
ignites our cloudy autumn-how you glow!
A sodden countryside in sudden rout,
turned incandescent by a changing wind.
Dangerous woman-demoralizing days!
Will I adore your killing frost as much,
and in that implacable winter, when it comes,
discover pleasures sharper than iron and ice?
.....................
I just unjoined a group I thought initially was really cool. Within a matter of a few posts, I came to realize that a lot of the people posting were out to bash others or just be crude. I actually felt physically revolted. Disgusted enough to have to write about it.... I guess some of those posts were meant to be humourous and I suppose I don't share in that type of humour. I don't think humour that comes at the expense of someone else's appearance or misfortune is funny at all. Some of the children I work with in my schools have disabilites and some severe challenges. If someone thought it was funny I would be so angry and upset!!
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Yeah. I think the French got it all over us in the hot department. They don't seem to repress that stuff, and lucky for them, they're expected not to. American guys overtly being all sexy like = comedy. And I noticed you spelled humor like humoooor. Like coloooor, and laboooor. That must be the french in you.
Let me prove my american hypothesis:
1. Oh baby! I'm all about my brownies and strawberries, and if it was really hot, throw on some ice cream!
2. I won't claim to know much about poetry, And I don't take compliments well so I don't think I'd handle the love poem thing. I used to think William Blake was the shit though, so If he could write me some kind of blasphemy, that would be really good.
3.mmmm, the lower belly. I love it.
Hope your week is good!