Mix tapes and 5 favorite boy parts
It is so true. The mix tape is a magical being, I think. It’s always so wonderful to receive, especially when there’s a romantic connection. When I was a teenager writing to my penpals overseas I loved getting mixtapes from this one Scottish guy, I seriously thought he was fucking brilliant. Until I saw Empire Records and recognized, in order 90% of the music, from his latest mixtape. He was sending me rips of soundtracks and pawning them off as his own collections. I was, of course, wounded.
I still love receiving mixtapes though– and you always know that’s when the shit is getting serious, unless the person is just a nutball who is way into music. I’ve received some great mixes in my time. mmmmmmm I need someone to send me a mixtape for fucking. I’d start mine off with Bodies by Drowning Pool.
So there’s this song that is running through my head, but I don’t know who sings it. I really like this song, but I can never remember the name of it or the name of the band that sings it. The way I perceive this song is the way I want to be loved. The part that gets me is when the guy goes, “lost for you, I am so lost… for you” but there’s more, it’s like this awesome mix of sex and love to it. I love this song, whenever I hear it on the radio, but then I forget it.
Okay, I give up. Obviously I am listening to a mixtape as I right this and shit’s on my mind and everything. I want to say thank you to all of you who have emailed and called and weighed in on my current situation. I appreciate it. But now, I think I am fucked generally. What do you do when faced with an impossible chance and two people who know just how impossible said chance is? Do you behave like an adult and reason out all the reasons you should stay where you are (safe, reasonably content, etc etc)?
Ugh. I hate being a girl sometimes. And by girl I mean, “emotional, obsessive, prone to bouts of crushing insecurity and insane neediness” NOT “possessing of breasts, brains, and a pussy” because I actually like that part of being a girl. I just don’t like the chick-y-ness of being one sometimes.
Thank god this has only happened 2x. I couldn’t handle it if it was a regular occurrence. I gotta put my fuck me shoes on, stop listening to querulous and overtly romantic music, and remember that I am fabulous and wonderful… ((shhhhhhh does it sound much like I am lying to myself?))
Top 5 Favorite Boy Parts
- 1. Hands. (the better to finger me with, grab me with, etc)
- 2. Necks. I remember being 14, entranced by *ahem*
david duchovnysneck, just wanted to suck the daylights out of it. - Arms. Ok, that scene in Chronicles of Riddick where Riddick fucking lifts Jack by jamming his forearm between her legs, in the slam?? I damn-near pass out every time I watch that scene.
- Backs. I like rubbing them, rubbing myself on them, kissing them, and beating the ever-loving shit out of them. Is it wrong that there is just something so fucking hot to me about a guy’s back when it’s covered in welts? (or fake scars in the movies?)
- cock. Technically, this should be number one, but, why play to expectations?
