Never's Remedy

I'm at damashita's house. I took a nap in the guest room this morning and awoke to hear one of the birds say something quite wrong. I heard, "here kitty, kitty, kitty ..." and then a maniacal cackle. A sadistic Quaker parrot.

And I shouldn't like this as much as I do. I think this should be reserved for a girls' night out:





Anthony Stewart Head in leather and Sarah Brightman singing, Terrance looks tasty, and oh yes, scalpels. Yum.

::purrs:: He wrote back! And yes, he is on LiveJournal. ::bounce, bounce, bounce::

Mr. Churchill, can we jump up and down on your stomach? Boingy-boingy-boingy!

These childish crushes are going to do me in, or maybe they're there to keep me in touch with my innocence. I think I like the latter idea, it works well for me and gives me an excuse to be silly around pretty guys and girls I like. ::swoons over Raoul::

And I just love the quote he has after his signature:

Love like you've never been hurt
Dance like nobody's watching

Tomorrow I will officially be a "born again virgin" (in heterosexual terms) ::sobs, wails::

Today I practically mounted a man at the bus stop -- he was your standard attractive Seattle bicyclist (without his bicycle). I opened up conversation again and again. Oh, I knew he wasn't interested in me, but there was a little hope I might spark his interest. I thought, maybe he's shy or he doesn't see my subtle attempts to show interest. Not to say that I opened up any sexual conversation, no, just ordinary chit-chat. A bit of humor, a little bit about myself -- like how I wished I had learned to drive while I was in High School. I felt ridiculous making such childish advances, I should have just come out and said, "I think you're cute. If you find me attractive, wanna go home with me right now and have sex?" It was only when we were on the bus and I saw the band of gold on his finger that I felt justified in having kept my mouth shut.

Of course, I'm not normally one for casual sex, but these days I would be satisfied with an attractive man who thinks I'm pretty and can keep going for a few hours and several rounds. ::smiles::

Now, ladies, don't get me wrong. I have had sex with women or at least fondling/petting across the last year, and YES, IT IS SEX, but not according to my body right now. It aches from the lack of interpersonal contact with a penis. A year and a day, and I'm frantic! I would adore being with a woman, cuddling and playing but my body has this deep need for a throbbing penis and an attractive man attached to it.

I'm frightened by this cliche bitch-in-heat syndrome, but the feeling is consuming me. Men I come into contact with on a regular (daily/weekly) basis and previously had no interest in are starring in my fantasies as I type this!

Oh gods! Help me! ::whimpers::