All This Sweet Stuff is Making My Teeth Hurt.....
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh. So I have decided just about all of my friends MINUS me are either engaged, in a serious serious serious committed relationship, or are married. And all I have heard since I have gotten home is how I will meet the right person, and I will be back in the saddle ready to love and be loved.
This is where I say;
"Hey, what does a lesbian bring a second date?"
"Uhhh, I dunno, what?"
"A U-Haul!!!!"
Basically, that's how I feel about being gay right now, NOT INTERESTED. I do not want to be in another relationship, not for all the tea in China. That was what was so easy with being straight, men put out and don't ask questions. Girls want to pillow talk, get attached, feel insecure, feel used, YAP YAP YAP.
SHUT UP AND SIT ON MY FACE, sheesh.
Ok, sorry, that was nasty..... but you get what I mean. Everyone is so interested in me being in love and being with someone that is going to love me the way I love them, NEWS FLASH, been there, done that, bought the T-shirt, and lost everything at the table. Sorry, I have decided that once funny, twice a fool.
Yeah, I admit it, I am STILL in love, even against my best judgement. If love were something I could pull out of me and throw away, believe you me, I would have done it by now. I can't make it go away and it makes me angry. But, like the ever so resourceful sea creature the clam, I have decided to give up on casting it out, and instead build up a thick strong, smooth layer around it till it is something completely different and unfindable. I am building a wall so intense, not even Jesus could love it away. And I mean, Jesus like invented love, or something......
I think I actually yelled at a girl the other day, like really yelled at her. She was pressing me casually about myself and I was like, "HEY, back up, I don't want any of what you are selling!!!! I don't like your kind!!!" She thought I was playing, the sad part was, I wasn't. So maybe I'll just sit on a ratty couch the rest of my life surrounded by rescued cats in every stage of feline lukemia, watching Maury tell the 6th man he's not the father, while my parents call my house for the 3rd time that morning wondering if I am again going to spend Christmas alone at my place. I don't even pick up the phone, just nod a yes at their empty question directed at the answering machine, while my eyes are still glued to the tv, even though I know it ain't his baby.
And I'm cool with that, because you know what? At least then I will be surrounded by pussy that loves me, stays with me, and doesn't have a whole bunch of complexities around those emotions.
I like that, EASY PUSSY. All I need to get it to come is an electric can opener and some bumblebee tuna.
Pussy whipped defined.
This is where I say;
"Hey, what does a lesbian bring a second date?"
"Uhhh, I dunno, what?"
"A U-Haul!!!!"
Basically, that's how I feel about being gay right now, NOT INTERESTED. I do not want to be in another relationship, not for all the tea in China. That was what was so easy with being straight, men put out and don't ask questions. Girls want to pillow talk, get attached, feel insecure, feel used, YAP YAP YAP.
SHUT UP AND SIT ON MY FACE, sheesh.
Ok, sorry, that was nasty..... but you get what I mean. Everyone is so interested in me being in love and being with someone that is going to love me the way I love them, NEWS FLASH, been there, done that, bought the T-shirt, and lost everything at the table. Sorry, I have decided that once funny, twice a fool.
Yeah, I admit it, I am STILL in love, even against my best judgement. If love were something I could pull out of me and throw away, believe you me, I would have done it by now. I can't make it go away and it makes me angry. But, like the ever so resourceful sea creature the clam, I have decided to give up on casting it out, and instead build up a thick strong, smooth layer around it till it is something completely different and unfindable. I am building a wall so intense, not even Jesus could love it away. And I mean, Jesus like invented love, or something......
I think I actually yelled at a girl the other day, like really yelled at her. She was pressing me casually about myself and I was like, "HEY, back up, I don't want any of what you are selling!!!! I don't like your kind!!!" She thought I was playing, the sad part was, I wasn't. So maybe I'll just sit on a ratty couch the rest of my life surrounded by rescued cats in every stage of feline lukemia, watching Maury tell the 6th man he's not the father, while my parents call my house for the 3rd time that morning wondering if I am again going to spend Christmas alone at my place. I don't even pick up the phone, just nod a yes at their empty question directed at the answering machine, while my eyes are still glued to the tv, even though I know it ain't his baby.
And I'm cool with that, because you know what? At least then I will be surrounded by pussy that loves me, stays with me, and doesn't have a whole bunch of complexities around those emotions.
I like that, EASY PUSSY. All I need to get it to come is an electric can opener and some bumblebee tuna.
Pussy whipped defined.