An extract from my diary.
Monday 01
10:15pm
"...It was lame & pitiful, just like all our encounters have been. The pattern goes: he insults me, I belittle him, he insults me, he rides off. This time he threatened to stab me. He also bluffed that what was in his hand was a knife. Surprise, it wasn't. He threw the object at me, it was an axle with a knob on the end. Quite a phallyc object, really. Ew...
...It's a bad thing. I wish I wasn't. I wish she wasn't so close to the characters described so affectionately by Poppy in her books. Then I wouldn't be sitting here questioning my damn sexuality. Again...
...I want to take her to America. We would start our journey in the middle of nowhere. I would get a car. We would begin a journey to New Orleans, living on cigarettes, alcohol, drugs and the music we would blare on the car stereo. Hitchikers would be our company when we needed to socialize. Upon reaching our destination, we'd live in the French Quarter, atop a sex fetish store. She would design clothes and we'd form a band. Cabaret Sleaze we'd call it, with her on vox. At night, we'd play. For all the skinny, beautiful teenagers dressed in black..."
10:15pm
"...It was lame & pitiful, just like all our encounters have been. The pattern goes: he insults me, I belittle him, he insults me, he rides off. This time he threatened to stab me. He also bluffed that what was in his hand was a knife. Surprise, it wasn't. He threw the object at me, it was an axle with a knob on the end. Quite a phallyc object, really. Ew...
...It's a bad thing. I wish I wasn't. I wish she wasn't so close to the characters described so affectionately by Poppy in her books. Then I wouldn't be sitting here questioning my damn sexuality. Again...
...I want to take her to America. We would start our journey in the middle of nowhere. I would get a car. We would begin a journey to New Orleans, living on cigarettes, alcohol, drugs and the music we would blare on the car stereo. Hitchikers would be our company when we needed to socialize. Upon reaching our destination, we'd live in the French Quarter, atop a sex fetish store. She would design clothes and we'd form a band. Cabaret Sleaze we'd call it, with her on vox. At night, we'd play. For all the skinny, beautiful teenagers dressed in black..."