So much has happened in the past two weeks I don't know where to begin. A vagabond poet whom I have loved for seven years swept through my life and asked me to follow him to Alaska where he will be fighting forest fires this summer. I love him so much that it broke my heart to say no but I finally have my fluffyheadedboy to keep me from whirling off into poetry land everytime the cowboy flies through like a tornado. I've had boyfriends during his visits before but it's never stopped us from nights of passionate lovemaking and long looks of yearning and all that stuff that sounds so corny when he's not around. But just knowing that my fluffyheadedboy was somewhere less than an hour away kept me sane enough to refrain from falling for this vagabond all over again. However, the cowboy did play me this Joe Henry song and the lyrics were uncanny:
Scar
What does this look like to you?
A mark so fine, you barely see.
You have one just like it, too
A twisting vine,
A mark so fine;
Cause I love you with all I am
And you love me because you are
As fearless as a twisting vine,
A mark so fine
But still a scar
Fear plays dumb then eats the soul
Like a vagabond with a fishing pole
He whistles but he cannot sing,
It's an awful tune
But very soon
I find that I am whistling, too
And your window is like a star
That I sit beneath like a vagabond
Who wears his fear
Just like a scar
The blade of our outrageous fortune
Like a parade, it cuts a path,
Light shows on our foolish way
And darkness on
our aftermath;
If I love you to save myself
And you love me because we are
So fool to think that our parade
Could leave a path
But not a scar
And I love you with all I am
And you love me with what you are
As pretty as a twisting vine,
A mark so fine
But still a scar
So the cowboy who softens my hard edges went on his way and the fluffyheadedboy swept me off my feet and gave meaning to Valentines day. Normally, I think that Valentines day is bullshit. I don't need Hallmark to give me the okay to give chocolate and flowers to the man I love. Fuck that shit. Wouldn't it be more special to do it just because? Plus, V-day would have been me and the ex's four year anniversary. And of course he found a way to worm his way into my fucking day after not seeing him for months. Anyway, fluffyheadedboy made the day so spectacular that I decided it's probably a bad idea to degrade any day whose sole purpose is to celebrate love. He pampered me til I was all soft and mushy. It was lovely.
Here is a new picture taken by my auntie over Hannukah/Christmas:
So, the moral of my story is this: I'm a slut for love
Scar
What does this look like to you?
A mark so fine, you barely see.
You have one just like it, too
A twisting vine,
A mark so fine;
Cause I love you with all I am
And you love me because you are
As fearless as a twisting vine,
A mark so fine
But still a scar
Fear plays dumb then eats the soul
Like a vagabond with a fishing pole
He whistles but he cannot sing,
It's an awful tune
But very soon
I find that I am whistling, too
And your window is like a star
That I sit beneath like a vagabond
Who wears his fear
Just like a scar
The blade of our outrageous fortune
Like a parade, it cuts a path,
Light shows on our foolish way
And darkness on
our aftermath;
If I love you to save myself
And you love me because we are
So fool to think that our parade
Could leave a path
But not a scar
And I love you with all I am
And you love me with what you are
As pretty as a twisting vine,
A mark so fine
But still a scar
So the cowboy who softens my hard edges went on his way and the fluffyheadedboy swept me off my feet and gave meaning to Valentines day. Normally, I think that Valentines day is bullshit. I don't need Hallmark to give me the okay to give chocolate and flowers to the man I love. Fuck that shit. Wouldn't it be more special to do it just because? Plus, V-day would have been me and the ex's four year anniversary. And of course he found a way to worm his way into my fucking day after not seeing him for months. Anyway, fluffyheadedboy made the day so spectacular that I decided it's probably a bad idea to degrade any day whose sole purpose is to celebrate love. He pampered me til I was all soft and mushy. It was lovely.
Here is a new picture taken by my auntie over Hannukah/Christmas:
So, the moral of my story is this: I'm a slut for love
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theangus:
I am Jewish, so I was just wondering. Do you go to shows around Raleigh?? I feel like I've seen you before.
theinsomniac:
One birthday filled with kinky sex: CHECK!