College Girls are Boring
I am alone and angsty, which I thought was suppose to end once I hit 19 but oh well. Since everyone I know is far away, my only option is to become a reclusive alcoholic novelist, writing heartbreaking tales about the human condition and having sex with questionable strangers and eating cornflakes in Jack Daniels for breakfast.
The problem is of course, acquiring the alcohol and questionable strangers. Well, male ones I can acquire. I sit in class in stockings and skirts and look up through my red hair tangling in my face and have long eyelashes and smile and talk about comics while hand motioning enthusiastically in a way that draws attention to my breasts. Boys are so easy. But girls! I do not get you at all. Where is my easy lesbian sex? How can I become the dyke Hemingway if you don't sleep with me?
My only comfort in these dark times is the thought that without a roommate, I don't even have to put on pants until noon most days. I realize one day I will have an apartment, and will stop dressing at all. I think one of the biggest appeals of working as an artist for me was the idea I could do it in my underwear.
The problem is of course, acquiring the alcohol and questionable strangers. Well, male ones I can acquire. I sit in class in stockings and skirts and look up through my red hair tangling in my face and have long eyelashes and smile and talk about comics while hand motioning enthusiastically in a way that draws attention to my breasts. Boys are so easy. But girls! I do not get you at all. Where is my easy lesbian sex? How can I become the dyke Hemingway if you don't sleep with me?
My only comfort in these dark times is the thought that without a roommate, I don't even have to put on pants until noon most days. I realize one day I will have an apartment, and will stop dressing at all. I think one of the biggest appeals of working as an artist for me was the idea I could do it in my underwear.