Ooh, I feel bad. I hate this insomnia business- I was so delusional from lack of sleep that I couldn't drive to class this morning. I feel like I haven't sleep in days- I only managed two hours of sleep. I turned in at 11, tired and ready to sleep. Ew, this sucks. I hope I make it to my two o'clock class. 
I read One Hundred Strokes of the Brush Before Bed tonight. It was a well-written novel with great development. It was also very sexy in some parts, causing me to read a little bit slower than I usually do.
So I think I figured it out. I'm down for sex for many different reasons and occasions...even if I don't participate in free, casual sex, I think it's a good thing, as long as YOU ARE REALLY AWARE OF WHAT IS GOING ON. Sex should be fun. I should be having sex right now. But I'm not and here's why: I feel more than sex. I feel skin, and fingernails, hips, fleshy lovehandles to grab, heavy, light, deep...even if it's just to fuck, I want my partner to understand that. It's hard for me to sleep with someone who just feels SEX b/c it's "good".
This sounds absolutely crazy to me. I know that it is nuts to be so observate, but shit. It's my body, it's the only one I have, and if I'm down with sharing it, I should be appreciated for being more than boobies and a cunt. Not just me, but sex in general. It's tofu, it's whatever you want it to be...pour some Wal-Mart choco-flavored syrup on it and that's what you've got...that's fun...or pour on Godiva, and look what you have there. It's all good, and fun. Some better than others, but hey, it's sex.
I know, I know. I should just have sex and I'd feel better. But I want it to at least be understood. I know this isn't rocket science and I shouldn't see it like this.
Fuck. I'm nuts.
I read One Hundred Strokes of the Brush Before Bed tonight. It was a well-written novel with great development. It was also very sexy in some parts, causing me to read a little bit slower than I usually do.
So I think I figured it out. I'm down for sex for many different reasons and occasions...even if I don't participate in free, casual sex, I think it's a good thing, as long as YOU ARE REALLY AWARE OF WHAT IS GOING ON. Sex should be fun. I should be having sex right now. But I'm not and here's why: I feel more than sex. I feel skin, and fingernails, hips, fleshy lovehandles to grab, heavy, light, deep...even if it's just to fuck, I want my partner to understand that. It's hard for me to sleep with someone who just feels SEX b/c it's "good".
This sounds absolutely crazy to me. I know that it is nuts to be so observate, but shit. It's my body, it's the only one I have, and if I'm down with sharing it, I should be appreciated for being more than boobies and a cunt. Not just me, but sex in general. It's tofu, it's whatever you want it to be...pour some Wal-Mart choco-flavored syrup on it and that's what you've got...that's fun...or pour on Godiva, and look what you have there. It's all good, and fun. Some better than others, but hey, it's sex.
I know, I know. I should just have sex and I'd feel better. But I want it to at least be understood. I know this isn't rocket science and I shouldn't see it like this.
Fuck. I'm nuts.
killerbekilled:
Just saying "hi" from the writer's guild.