From sage francis:
"Falling in love, this time, was like stepping into a puddle you didn’t think was gonna be as goddamn deep as it motherfucking turned out to be."
How about falling in lust?
I should be starting college now... maybe I would actually make a move.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
In my Honesty Box
I take issue with the fact that people find it so difficult to be honest with each other. Even worse, is when they can't be honest with each other even when they are honest with themselves. Nevertheless, we must deal with this fact. So I placed an honesty box in my facebook profile where the shy, the confused, the cowards and the secretly supportive can send their anonymous messages to me. It's a little piece of virtual space that somehow empowers people to tell the truth. This was posted in my box at about 3:02 one morning. I assume he was a little drunk.
"A certain secret admirer freshman who is sad to see you leave because he thinks you are pretty sexy and seem to have it going on and if you weren't leaving in a few weeks and he weren't a youngun he'd be asking you out on a date and dear god he hopes your not a lesbian, if you were he'd have no issue of course, especially if you liked both cindys and tommys, but anyhow back on message he just had to let you know what could have been if you weren't a million years older than he and ya know leaning towards soon being in a wheelchair and depends. Your cool, your hot, and you will be missed."
Sweet.
How should I reply?
"A certain secret admirer freshman who is sad to see you leave because he thinks you are pretty sexy and seem to have it going on and if you weren't leaving in a few weeks and he weren't a youngun he'd be asking you out on a date and dear god he hopes your not a lesbian, if you were he'd have no issue of course, especially if you liked both cindys and tommys, but anyhow back on message he just had to let you know what could have been if you weren't a million years older than he and ya know leaning towards soon being in a wheelchair and depends. Your cool, your hot, and you will be missed."
Sweet.
How should I reply?
Vogueing and the Female Mind
Call: Twisting Twirling!
Response: Spining Swirling!
Call: Twerking!
Response: Jerking!
Call: Really Working!
All: OWWWWW
Call: I'm talking 'bout eating it up
Response: What?
Call: I'm talking 'bout serving it out
Response: Yeah?
Call: Booyaka Booyaka Booyaka
Response: Bitch !
All: Chaa Chacha Chaa Chaa Chaaaaaaa!
Went to a vogueing workshop. It was awesome!! I had only seen this kind of dance on madonna and youtube videos and it was a good exercise trying to do a new style of dance that I completely and utterly sucked at.
It was good for more than that though. I am constantly frustrated at dance parties here at school and have previously not been able to put the why into words. The guy who ran the workshop said that when voguers hit the dance floor, they bring it all, they give it their ten out of ten and this often results in fights, and beautiful challenging dancing. I end nights here with tons of energy still in my veins. I need a place where I can give my ten without feeling alone.
The chant above must be said with attitude, loudly. The dancing itself is constantly a challenge, a battle and imposition of one's female self - unapologetically - upon the world. But we have to remember that this is a dance done by men. What can they truly know about femininity? Can a female really push hers femaleness so violently forward for display?
Right now I sit with a friend. She has balls of solid brass and last night put herself forward and asked a guy out. Today she has given up on guys and openness and bravery. I, with only half her courage, sit deciphering nonsensical and meaningless phrases that guys throw out at me to see if I can find some hint of real interest. "You rock!" What the hell??
Our approaches are very different. Passive and active we are confronted with a world of sexuality where we just don't run the show.
All: Chaa Chacha Chaa Chaa Chaaaaaaa!
Response: Spining Swirling!
Call: Twerking!
Response: Jerking!
Call: Really Working!
All: OWWWWW
Call: I'm talking 'bout eating it up
Response: What?
Call: I'm talking 'bout serving it out
Response: Yeah?
Call: Booyaka Booyaka Booyaka
Response: Bitch !
All: Chaa Chacha Chaa Chaa Chaaaaaaa!
Went to a vogueing workshop. It was awesome!! I had only seen this kind of dance on madonna and youtube videos and it was a good exercise trying to do a new style of dance that I completely and utterly sucked at.
It was good for more than that though. I am constantly frustrated at dance parties here at school and have previously not been able to put the why into words. The guy who ran the workshop said that when voguers hit the dance floor, they bring it all, they give it their ten out of ten and this often results in fights, and beautiful challenging dancing. I end nights here with tons of energy still in my veins. I need a place where I can give my ten without feeling alone.
The chant above must be said with attitude, loudly. The dancing itself is constantly a challenge, a battle and imposition of one's female self - unapologetically - upon the world. But we have to remember that this is a dance done by men. What can they truly know about femininity? Can a female really push hers femaleness so violently forward for display?
Right now I sit with a friend. She has balls of solid brass and last night put herself forward and asked a guy out. Today she has given up on guys and openness and bravery. I, with only half her courage, sit deciphering nonsensical and meaningless phrases that guys throw out at me to see if I can find some hint of real interest. "You rock!" What the hell??
Our approaches are very different. Passive and active we are confronted with a world of sexuality where we just don't run the show.
All: Chaa Chacha Chaa Chaa Chaaaaaaa!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Back to school
Spring break is over and we are back to the grind stone. 6 weeks until the last day of undergraduate education... I am so ready.
In the meanwhile my friend waits on her new beau-to-be to make his move. He apparently has until Friday before she shows up at his door and takes what she wants.
Guys are interesting creatures; secretly fragile, easily distracted, simply adorable, delicious to behold, inadvertently hurtful, stupid...
The question is... where can I find one of my own?
Should I give in to the sketchy and not so sketchy older men who trail their intentions up and down my body? Should I give in to the young ones who - with less finesse - try to use their hands? Can't some normal, intelligent, good looking guy about 22 and 6' 2" show up and worship me?
In the meanwhile my friend waits on her new beau-to-be to make his move. He apparently has until Friday before she shows up at his door and takes what she wants.
Guys are interesting creatures; secretly fragile, easily distracted, simply adorable, delicious to behold, inadvertently hurtful, stupid...
The question is... where can I find one of my own?
Should I give in to the sketchy and not so sketchy older men who trail their intentions up and down my body? Should I give in to the young ones who - with less finesse - try to use their hands? Can't some normal, intelligent, good looking guy about 22 and 6' 2" show up and worship me?
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