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I had a weird dream last night that involved guys with whom I've been involved in a sexual manner within the past 18 months or so. Well, a few significant ones. Waking up left me... not horny, but filled with a LOT of unresolved sexual tension and yearning. So so so weird. I very vividly remember this part from my dream where one of them ran into me while we were on the street and he was with his parents (?) doing some bizarre missionary work... and I remember, from the dream, the sensation of his touching the top of my spine/nape of my neck and breathing on it... oh Jesus. Which means that today, I've been thinking about a lot of strange things that I've done and haven't done... and I wonder if I should/have. Ah. Regret. Or not. Maybe it's better that I don't know.

Is there just a lot of sex that I haven't had that I should have had, and conversely, a lot of sex that I really really should have? I don't know... but then again, sex can also function as a symbol of many emotions, without being exclusively related to the physical process. Certain gestures and movements can convey exactly the same passions. Oh oh oh...

I have definitely day-dreamt about certain things that will never happen. I have also wished that certain things had not.

But oh, at least I've managed to be true to one person for a long time. That is very amazing for me.

Watched The Phantom of the Opera. It was... well, exactly what I expected. Very very melodramatic and full of sap. Also, it basically, except for two plot points, adhered pretty much entirely to the libretto, which I really appreciated. However, the actors were pretty unengaging (although Gerard Butler is definitely hot. Yum. However, his performance wasn't very... errmmm... repressedly seductive enough? Hm.) and subtleties like Christine's transformation to talented performer were... um... nonexistent.

The direction of 'Point of No Return' was pretty amazing, however. I loved the set design. However, it was mainly Moulin Rouge within the postmodern pastiche and a stick up its butt, save for a few scenes.

I also don't understand why they ADDED shitty electric guitar to the title theme...

But, uhm, yeah, that guy who played the Phantom, despite a few disagreeably-hit notes, looked like he would dominate in bed in a pretty nice way.

There was also a trailer for the Hellblazer movie, ridiculously entitled Constantine. God save us ALL. KEANU REEVES WAS NEVER MEANT TO DO THIS. WE ARE NO LONGER IN GOD'S COUNTRY.

Man, I remember when I was 10 and hooked on this stuff. Gaston Leroux's novel of the same name is a lot of fun, in a much less melodramatic and much more pulpily trash way. Meh. So it goes.

Christmas is coming. What have you gotten for your local mythic, man-eating SuicideGirl?

Being home is pretty stressful. My sister and mom were fighting for most of the day, meaning that I got to sit around very awkwardly a lot. Being the youngest means you don't normally get caught in the middle of things...

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