They Say She's a Dyke.
I keep feeling myself slipping into the old mindset. I worked real hard to get out of that, and lately it's becoming increasingly harder to remind myself why I never wanted to feel like that again. Being emotionally invested in nothing is so apealing. I read "Sex Without Love", by Sharon Olds yesterday and it made me just remember so many things from so long ago. For the first time in forever, I'm having sex without love. I love it. Its ironic too, because we have these intensely romantic settings and scenario's, but no romance. Like, maybe if we pretend we care, we just might convince ourselves that we're giving eachother something we need instead of something we simply want. Remember love, smart is synonymous with clever and clever is synonymous with devious. I have no problem being a sketchy bich.