Overload

Blogging has recently been very infrequent. This is because the nearer I get to the holidays, the more work I have to do. Right now I have to write a paragraph for English and 800 words for german. What fun. Tomorrow I have to write another 400 words for German. Ridiculous INK standards.

Also Sara, despite having the sickies, has gone insane with boredom and turned up to school. I sent her home. I don't want to get infected. I have work to do.

How To Be Invincible

I have just had 2 very average days. Nothing of interest happened.
Clearly this will not do.

Sara is ill. This is what happens when you are not invincible. Now, children, I realise only really amazing people can be invincible, but I have some tips to make it more likely.

Eat lots of popcorn
Play lots of tetris
Love yourself (in the physical sense)
Love yourself (in the metaphorical, look in all reflective surfaces sense)
Taunt people with what they can't have

Blood and Reactions

Last night I stayed over at Lexy's. I also gave blood. We both did.

I also learnt that in a nearby shithole, it's not acceptable for a girl to have short hair. Don't wanna see their reaction to "FUCK off, or my girlfriend and I will beat the shit out of you!"

Interesting how people react. At pride Sara informed me that several people checked me out, what caught her off guard is that they were female. There were two girls who stopped mid-conversation and gawped as they walked past. I had food and was oblivious. However, after eyeing me up, they then fearfully glanced at Sara as if she was going to beat them up. I realise she has bigger arms than me, but she's still not imposing, you know?

Going slightly off on a tangent, today I had a naked day. It was refreshing. Just saying.

A Ridiculous Boy

Today someone upset me. Fast forward less than two minutes they were running away. Allow me to explain.

"Alright lezzer?"
"Excuse me?"
"Err.. I said alright..."
*Sweet smile
"No you didn't. You said 'Alright lezzer.'"
"Err..."
*Marched toward him
"Point one, you will not refer to me as lezzer, lez, lesbo or dyke. I am bisexual. Point two, you will call me by my name. You will not discriminate on sexuality. Are we clear?"
"err."
*Death glare
"Good."

As one of my good friends pointed out, he looked like he peed himself a little. Don't upset the angry girl unless you can really handle it.

Sports Day

I have the day off because I'm not obliged to go. Thank God.

I have three big pieces of homework to do, clothes that need washing and a room that needs tidying. Why am I here?

Because sitting alone in my room and writing about having nothing to do is far better than doing any of the above. I did want to meet up with Sara and go bra shopping in a nearby chav infested town, however she had a driving lesson, etc.

This week I have practically been dying from exhaustion. I don't know why it was so bad this week, but staying awake in lessons has been a real effort. It wasn't even because the lessons were more dull than usual, I just couldn't this week.

Erotica for the 100th

1. A single drop of sweat trickled down her spine. My tongue followed the trail, curious about the journey. Her skin tasted of hot salt and yet so sweet and tangy like homemade lemonade. Tastes like sex. Her skin is glowing and her eyes are bright. I know what she wants. I want to tease her. Dangle it right in front of her, watch her face. Her eyes will focus on what she wants most. I’ll watch her writhe in anticipation until neither of us can take it anymore. She never knows I want it as much as she does until my lips touch hers and my body spasms at her touch. We are in unison. My hands on her soft skin, her breath is all I can hear. Nothing else matters. Just us. Just now.
2. His hands pull me closer. He knows what he’s done. I look him in the eye, I’m challenging his actions. He knows; he half smiles. He likes it too much. I slam him against the wall, hard. The impact makes him gasp and his eyes widen. He has that beautiful rabbit in the headlights look. I’d pay for that. I snarl at him. I push his shirt up and drag my nails down his front. I’m not being nice tonight. His hands snake over my hips, skin rough against mine. My hands firmly grip his wrists and pin them above his head. I use one hand to hold them there and my other wraps around his jaw. I push his mouth into an ugly pout. His skin moves like play-dough. He’s just my little toy. I look at him, my lip curls in disgust. I bite his neck. Hard. I can feel him shaking. I smile.
3. I glance over. You catch my eye. You have that look. The one that tells me you want me. I see that look everyday; people I pass in the street, people I’ve known for years. You’re something else. Something better. There’s more than greed, you’re beyond desperation. Your desire has savagely overwhelmed you. In the same way I will. I’ll savour every last scent and emotion. I’ll burn on your desire. Watch your flames swallow me up as I gasp for air, your touch choking me. I need you to steal me away. I need you as much as you need me. You blink, you turn. I’ll never see you again.
4. His touch was electric. I glanced at him and bit his lip. His hands slid over my hips and fingers gripped me firmly. His eyes were shining. He wanted me. His lips parted and he cocked his head. He pulled my shirt over my head. I felt his hot breath on my neck; his hands snaked around my waist. His fingers ran over my spine, easily undid my bra. Something kicked alive inside me. I pulled his shirt over his head, and pushed him against the wall, my mouth found his and adrenaline fuelled kisses followed. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall, his hands running all over me. My legs wrapped around his hips, my hands wrapping around his strong neck. I can feel him pleading to be inside me. I watch his face; he looks me straight in the eye. Slowly, deliberately he bites my neck. I gasp and tilt my head back, revealing my neck further. He knows I want it. His mouth ravaged me.
5. Her soft lips touched mine gently. My eyes shut. Her tongue slipped inside my mouth; the smooth underside tickled my lips. I could smell her skin. Hot and fresh: delicious. My fingertip ran across her jaw line. I let my senses take over. Her hand playfully stroked my neck and chest. My body tightened from her touch. As she kissed me, I got hotter. Starting like a slow boil in the pit of me, once it had started, nothing could stop it. In waves it rapidly washed out over my body. It grew up in direct stems to my breasts and branched out in delicate twigs of pleasure all the way up, until my skin was on fire and my hairs all stood up on end. I was an ocean of goose bumps. She can do that.

Pride

Quite easily the most fun I have ever had.

It was also quite exhausting and topped off with a 9-hour shift I'm pretty much done.

However allow me to summarize:

• Public makeout
• Doodling with coloured felt-tips on arms, neck, legs, chest, etc.
• Dancing with wonderful gay dance-buddy wearing emporio armani boxers
• Stripping to hotpants and a mesh bra
• Dancing with aforementioned friend, in aforementioned stripped form in front of few hundred cameras
• ...For almost 3 hours straight
• To then travel in that same stripped form on the tube to Soho and around London abit.
• To be surrounded by up to a million like-minded people

Fuck it was good.

Pride and the Rest of a Story

I accidentally got up an hour early (I don't know how it happens either), so I have some time to kill. I'm going to pride today. I haven't been this excited about anything for a very long time.

There are going to be plenty of rainbows and music, but most of all I'm looking forward to being in an environment where I can hold my girlfriends hand without being shouted at.

About that, I feel I left the story without a proper ending. Sara snapped, she wrote a very angry, but absolutely fantastic letter to our head of year explaining about the homophobic bullying we recieve everyday from students and how staff have not helped us in coming out, in fact some have been directly unhelpful. I'll see if I can post her letter on here, it'll be the best damn letter you ever read.

Yesterday morning Sara goes into our head of years office and puts the letter down on her desk as noone is around. She turns around and a member of staff who has always supported us is standing behind her, "pick up that letter."

She explains to Sara that although it's a bloody brilliant letter she is acting out of anger and that's the wrong way to go about it. Her, Sara and another member of staff who has always helped us have a long discussion concerning all of this and decide to do things a little differently.

The first teacher takes the letter to our headmaster and the second goes to see our head of year. Our head of year claims she was merely ensuring that younger students would not copy our behaviour and have physical relationships within school. Because, you know hand holding is just a step away from fucking with a big purple dildo in the middle of the school cafeteria. Our headmaster had a far more desirable reaction. He said that although he doesn't believe "kissing and kanoodling" has any place in school regardless of gender or sexuality, any student feeling victimized will have his support 100% and he has invited us to go and speak to him about the problems we've been having both from staff and students. We will almost certainly take him up on that.

I wonder why it took either of us so long to act on all this, but I know the answer. It just didn't seem right to complain about something we knew would happen. Having people jeer and shout at us everyday was always going to happen because we are the minority, but it's the 21st Century. I expected more from adults in an influential position and one of power. I've been let down.*










*This is not to say that no adults helped us through this, but they were as much of a minority as we are.

The Usual Ignorance

I walk past some chavvy girls towards Sara.

"She's a lesbian."
I turn.
"No. I'm bisexual."
I point to Sara.
"She's lesbian."
They stare in shock at Sara who came out of nowhere.

The Worst Yet

NOTE: I am still working on the 100th blog (It's a big one) and I wasn't planning on blogging until that had been posted however today was too important for that.

You see when my head of year starts dishing out homophobic remarks for hand-holding, I loose it.

Just walking along talking to Sara, holding hands.

"Girls - not in public!"
"What?"
"No hand holding in public!"
"Are you SERIOUS?! I would hold my friends hand in public!"
I shook my head in disgust and walked away with Sara.

What right does an authoritive figure have to let her own prejudices cloud over her judgement? She is influential and supposedly a role model. Essentially, she is encouraging other students to hurl homophobic abuse at the dykes. Everytime I think about it I get so mad I want to throw up.
I Hate Homophobia.

There is no excuse. None.

Upon hearing this story, Lexy suggested we have a day of everyone holding hands, hugging and cheek-kisssing like the French do. Anyone game?