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Time enough No great thought here tonight. I was thinking about trying to compare good fucking artist "Basquiat", but I'm a little tired tonight, so consider this a "tredding water" post. School and tests are winding down, so I expect more free time. Whether or not that time is put to good use remains questionable. Tried having a cup of coffee wtih a young woman in a class of mine. She's nice, but hard to peg down. Anyway, I thought I crashed, or at least I didn't get the feeling that she walked away soaked. Either I'm losing my touch, or never had much of one to begin with. Looking at another online profile of a friend and one-time fuck, her easy sexiness almost bothers me (that stupid jealousy boiling again). For a moment, I am amlost angry that she seems to be able to turn the animal on and off almost at will--when we were having long coffees, I doubt she felt the begger as I so often do. But tonight, another part of me realizes that she must just place her intentions out there more than I. When she wants to fuck, she'll lay it on strong--I, like I'm sure many others do, hate that oddly vulnerable position. Of course, though, it's only vulnerable if you invest yourself in some kind of meaningful success--if playing a sport, missing a goal only hurts if you are always thinking that you're in the championship match. If you're just tossin' it out for fun or practice, missing is all part of the fun. Fuck. I wish I had more time--I don't like sports and loathe analogies like that. There will be more sexiness later, dear reader. I just need to walk around the bedroom floor to work blood back into my feet after so long a slumber, though I envy the dancers I see in the morning who never stopped the night before. There--that was much better! |
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