2005-11-19 22:52:35 UTC
you guys are stuck with this post.
Well, it's my Venus return, and it happened. See, Venus loves me. Not like
you schmucks, whom she sees on the street and ducks into a doorway to avoid.
It being that the leather boots of my dreams have arrived. The proof that
I'm a girl is this: three pairs of boots abruptly rekindled my will to live.
There you go. I have a black and a white pair of heeled boots that go to
mid-calf, and also a black pair, which goes to the knee, and has bouncy
rubber souls, and faux fur, and bomber-jacket leather, so it looks like a
James Bond spy version of Russian military boots. The latter pair I wore
out last night, and I have the white ones on now. Leathery leathery yum.
Then, taken with my own beauty (in fabulous boots, a short skirt and a tight
top with all the hooks undone) Steve and I went to see his friend from
California at her booksigning. She was already at the bar across the street
when we showed up, drinking with a crowd, so we joined them ($2 wells! I
had ~three~) and it turns out that the sexy witch theme of her publication
was also the theme of the party that was forming. Especially once the loud
alcoholic left. Her husband was extremely hot, and she was born the same
year I was and has natural red hair, and it was a whole thing. Just when I
think I'm completely repulsed by open relationships and sex with strangers,
I actually meet (by accident) a couple that I like. (I rarely am interested
in men, first-impressionwise, or women, continuing-interactionwise.) Now on
the other hand, when I *do* think I'm being open-minded I meet nothing but
horny, pushy cows and ugly old men, and there is no way I'm going to be
openly poly during introductions such as these. So what I've decided is
that I'm A-list poly. I will only be poly with people who are way too good
for me! Take that, ironic universe. I'm all things to everyone and still
don't have to do anything but whatever I feel like, plus I've always wanted
to be a stuck-up elitist, and now I finally am.
That's my style anyway, staring silently at people who are totally out of
reach, which is obviously the way I like it or I'd be doing something else.
Gratification is so crude. Not-going-for-it play is my kink so respect it
and let me be over here glancing sidelong not going for it. At least it's
not porn. _That_would be _disrespectful_ to human _dignity_, or whatever.
Paranoia update: some OTO chick said "c'est magnifique" last night, right
out of the blue, like a person who reads my posts might say. Attention
sekrit societies: nobody's scared of you so give it up. Also I'm not
putting out unless you're way too good for me so work on it. You'll know by
how I don't talk to you while always seeming happy to see you, or sort of
horrified if you're really ultra hot.
'you had me at "I'm from out of town"'