dearlycorrupted

last night went.. badly. much worse than i thought. the bar we went to was a hellhole choked with scottsdale preppies... the sandwich we ate at denny's afterwards didn't really taste very good. and on top of everything, despite what i'd told him before, and despite our long discussion about how nudity for me is usually entirely nonsexual, shale interpreted my request for a back massage at 3 a.m. as a desire to be woken up at 6 a.m. for sex. i didn't want to have sex with shale and i tried to ignore him, hoping eventually he'd lose interest, but that wasn't the case. i didn't think i'd led him on... but i tried not to resist, i figured eventually he'd tire of me and go back to what normal people should be doing at 6 a.m... eventually my body did the resisting for me, and after a bit of dry chafing he gave up and informed me i could finish him off later. he even had the gall to go to the store to buy VCF around 9:30, my 'birth control method of choice'... i had told him that it was, earlier... but i had also mentioned that i carry it around when i was planning on having sex... which is why i wasn't carrying it around...

so all in all... we're back to the beginning... and i'm a dirty fucking slut... remember... you can't turn a ho into a housewife... once a whore... always a whore... everyone knows what that hole is for.

i don't think i'm going to do SG. i wanted to.. but now i realise... that despite my naivet.. people do interpret nudity as sexual, and therefore the only people i want to be nude for are the ones i want to be sexual with... right now the number of those people is limited... maybe i would be destroying something sacred by broadcasting my really not very attractive self all over the internet.

we'll see...