Liars forever, lovely liars (two Monologues)
Title: Zoe, but I love you because of this.
"I think I'm coming from a place of denial a lot actually"
bout 5 minutes later.
"Yeah, I didn't even say anything about it. I never comment on hair."
two hours before.
"Brent you're hair oh my god, it looks great.."
about an hour later
"Man, you and Drea with your new hair cuts every two weeks..."
two hours later.
"I never comment on hair"
and a few seconds after that
"I think I'm coming from a place of denial a lot actually"
Title: Coming of Age in My Sexual Perversion
After the anger passed, and I wasn't crazy.
After orgasm passed and I wasn't crazy.
The chick with a dick did it. her beautiful soft skin and lack of vulva. Her balls. She had fucking balls. Real ones. Because she was a guy, and when she bent the one she was fucking over, no amount of hormones could've changed that butch gait (she was male, after all, fucking hot)
I was crazy, but then she came and so did I. Then I wasn't angry (but still crazy, now)
and then I was happy that you don't want to sleep with me.
I was happy you said warily, "sometimes" when I asked if you ever wanted to. Which of course meant, "Never" but well we'll forget about that.
Nobody is honest that way. are you? because if you are, i think you are some kind of me and I will have to admit I love you for that.
I had a boyfriend who would've fucked me every minute of the day. And I hated it. He bored the shit out of me. the prettiest ones are the most fucked up and boring at the same time. (am I boring?) (am I one of the prettiest ones?)
If wanting to fuck me all the time had nothing to do with me, then does not ever wanting to fuck me have everything to do with me?
and
wait,
what does that mean?
sounds like a double headed dildo to me
I'd much rather have one that never wants to fuck me. I can almost come when I think of being denied sex. When I'm crazy, which is all the time.
I come to other people coming. Gay men with each other. My lovers with my friends. My friends with me. My lovers with my hated. My hated. Male to Female transexuals with men. Dwarfs fucking italian women, all kinds of fucked up-ed-ness.
this orgasm thing has nothing to do with me. I don't want to be connected to it. I don't want to be fucked by anyone. I just want the chemical equivalent. The day they put orgasm in a bottle, consider me a fucking junkie. I like the tender part without the orgasm and the orgasm without the tender part. I like to get it out of the way, like a pot of coffee. so I can move to the more important parts of human relation, when I figure out what those are.
"I think I'm coming from a place of denial a lot actually"
bout 5 minutes later.
"Yeah, I didn't even say anything about it. I never comment on hair."
two hours before.
"Brent you're hair oh my god, it looks great.."
about an hour later
"Man, you and Drea with your new hair cuts every two weeks..."
two hours later.
"I never comment on hair"
and a few seconds after that
"I think I'm coming from a place of denial a lot actually"
Title: Coming of Age in My Sexual Perversion
After the anger passed, and I wasn't crazy.
After orgasm passed and I wasn't crazy.
The chick with a dick did it. her beautiful soft skin and lack of vulva. Her balls. She had fucking balls. Real ones. Because she was a guy, and when she bent the one she was fucking over, no amount of hormones could've changed that butch gait (she was male, after all, fucking hot)
I was crazy, but then she came and so did I. Then I wasn't angry (but still crazy, now)
and then I was happy that you don't want to sleep with me.
I was happy you said warily, "sometimes" when I asked if you ever wanted to. Which of course meant, "Never" but well we'll forget about that.
Nobody is honest that way. are you? because if you are, i think you are some kind of me and I will have to admit I love you for that.
I had a boyfriend who would've fucked me every minute of the day. And I hated it. He bored the shit out of me. the prettiest ones are the most fucked up and boring at the same time. (am I boring?) (am I one of the prettiest ones?)
If wanting to fuck me all the time had nothing to do with me, then does not ever wanting to fuck me have everything to do with me?
and
wait,
what does that mean?
sounds like a double headed dildo to me
I'd much rather have one that never wants to fuck me. I can almost come when I think of being denied sex. When I'm crazy, which is all the time.
I come to other people coming. Gay men with each other. My lovers with my friends. My friends with me. My lovers with my hated. My hated. Male to Female transexuals with men. Dwarfs fucking italian women, all kinds of fucked up-ed-ness.
this orgasm thing has nothing to do with me. I don't want to be connected to it. I don't want to be fucked by anyone. I just want the chemical equivalent. The day they put orgasm in a bottle, consider me a fucking junkie. I like the tender part without the orgasm and the orgasm without the tender part. I like to get it out of the way, like a pot of coffee. so I can move to the more important parts of human relation, when I figure out what those are.