A Severe Lack

For me to blog frequently, I have to feel good at least 50% of the time. At the moment I'll be lucky to get a good 10%. When I've got things sorted out so I don't feel like this, I'll blog again.

Don't hold your breath though.

Shit

It's just all shit.

The Cubicle of a Village Hall - Perception

I push her up against the wall and drag my fingers down her body, the palm of my hand massaging her breast. She gasps. Her fingers pull on my hair and I run my fingers into the slit of skin between her chaps and her shorts. Her lips part and her eyes close. My fingers play her and she moans. All I feel is the base of the music pumping through me and her nails making pulsing red lines of my skin.

***

Her petal nipples were pinched hard
Unflowered buds under my tongue
Her mouth sprung open
Revealing glimpses of syrup tongue

Her nails dragged down my back
Blood red stems pulsing on my skin
My feet rooted the floor
Delicate touches made her gasp and whither

A Revolution

Friday was shit. Not helped by a Conservative delusional (/politician) and a rebellious body.

Spent Friday night talking to my mum. She's concerned. We changed my mattress. I had a good nights sleep and mentally felt a little better Saturday. Still looked like death warmed up. Ate two mini pizzas, a box of pomegranate, a small bowl of blue berries , an apple and a banana. Looked a little healthier.

After work I got into my drag gear. A girl my age looked me up and down like I was filth. The women in mid-50s looked concerned. One asked if I was going somewhere nice (around the time I was dusting stubble on) and I said fancy dress and there was a collective "phew." I kinda wanna know what they would have done if I'd said, "just out with some friends" or "to a gay bar" or even better "family do."

I feel my costume did the job. I arrived and there was some cheering and the usual "what have you done?!" However my favourite reaction was when I said hi to a friend and she looked at me with a puzzled expression. She carried on for a good 10 seconds before it clicked, and she gasped and her body jolted away from me. She had not recognised me at all.

It was good to see everyone (and as per usual Sara and I familiarized ourselves with the toilets) and the birthday girl seemed pleased with her present (condoms and chocolate), but by 9 I was feverish and head achy and just wanted to go home. My mum picked me up at 10. It was good fun.

Know Your Languages

My mother told me that I was having stir fry for dinner. Then around dinner time she told me she was too drunk to cook. I had chips and pizza. Lovely.

Baise-moi si j'ai tort, mais tu veux coucher avec moi, n'est ce pas?

Que me jodan si me equivoco: ¿tu quieres acostarte conmigo,no?

Fottimi se misbaglio, ma vuoi venire a letto con me, noh?

ich soll verflucht sein, wenn ich mich irre, aber di willst doch mit mir schlafen, oder?

Ik mag doodvallen als 't niet waar is, maar je wilt met me naar bed, hè?

Drag

I've decided a post a month was not an acceptable amount, so I'm going to try update daily again. I've mentioned things have been off with me, but I'm getting help and taking and eating things to get me back to normal.

On Saturday I'm going to a party with the theme of "Cowboys and Indians." I realised there is not a whole lot you can do as far as makeup is concerned, so I'm doing something a little different. While most people I know are going for the slutty cowgirl or your average cowboy, I'm going in drag. I've got some huge leather walking boots, mens jeans, mens shirt, bandages for strapping and a bandanna. I'm just waiting on a great leather hat. I also get some nice eye brows and stubble in there.

I'm quite a hot guy. Hell, I'd do me.

Long Time of Nothing

Things lately have been Difficult.

This song is making me cry.