Um... yeah
So it's been a damn long time since I said anything in here. I suppose one of these days I ought to get my life up to date in writing, but that doesn't mean I actually will.
Life is being interesting, I'd say, but I'd just as soon not go into it right now. Let's leave it at I'm all sorts of fucked up in the head, as per my usual.
I've got song lyrics though, introduced to the song by a friend, seems rather... iconic of me, at least me in moods I'm in often. I'm not really the sort to see myself in someone else's song all that often. I can sing it and love it, but rarely do I say "this song is -me-". This one, I do. So, without further ado, I give you
I Have the Touch
The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch
I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Take hands, take hands
Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems to please
I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
Thank you, Peter Gabriel.
Anyone that's been around me a lot knows I get into moods where I crave physical contact. Even more so, I crave just the right kind of contact, from someone that 'feels right' to me. Unfortunately, people that feel right seem to be relatively few. Big indicator seems to be how ticklish I am around them. The less ticklish, the more the contact fits what I want (no, this is not a conscious choice). It isn't even sexual, most of the time. It's far more a wanting - needing - to know that I'm safe and wanted and all that jazz....
On a second note, I have an appt on th 6th to talk to an Ob/Gyn about birth control, want something long term (Just don't have a regular enough schedule for pills/patches) so I'm going to -see- what they say to Essureing me, but in the highly likely event they say I'm too young, I'm hoping for an IUD or implant. I want something that'll last for at least three years without me having to deal with it. At that point, I'll try and get sterilized again. Wish me luck, all you people in Eljayland!
Edit: Why the -hell- am I up at 8:30 am??
Life is being interesting, I'd say, but I'd just as soon not go into it right now. Let's leave it at I'm all sorts of fucked up in the head, as per my usual.
I've got song lyrics though, introduced to the song by a friend, seems rather... iconic of me, at least me in moods I'm in often. I'm not really the sort to see myself in someone else's song all that often. I can sing it and love it, but rarely do I say "this song is -me-". This one, I do. So, without further ado, I give you
I Have the Touch
The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch
I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Take hands, take hands
Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch
Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems to please
I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact
Thank you, Peter Gabriel.
Anyone that's been around me a lot knows I get into moods where I crave physical contact. Even more so, I crave just the right kind of contact, from someone that 'feels right' to me. Unfortunately, people that feel right seem to be relatively few. Big indicator seems to be how ticklish I am around them. The less ticklish, the more the contact fits what I want (no, this is not a conscious choice). It isn't even sexual, most of the time. It's far more a wanting - needing - to know that I'm safe and wanted and all that jazz....
On a second note, I have an appt on th 6th to talk to an Ob/Gyn about birth control, want something long term (Just don't have a regular enough schedule for pills/patches) so I'm going to -see- what they say to Essureing me, but in the highly likely event they say I'm too young, I'm hoping for an IUD or implant. I want something that'll last for at least three years without me having to deal with it. At that point, I'll try and get sterilized again. Wish me luck, all you people in Eljayland!
Edit: Why the -hell- am I up at 8:30 am??