most beautiful G in the W

Snap out of it

I gotta say, you wouldn't think you'd miss the awkwardness -and you may think you don't, until it's back-, but you do. It's the rush. That sudden endless split of a second of half a doubt that oscillates in the first three seconds. Because, let's admit it, it doesn't take any longer than three seconds. Four, tops. But after that, your mind's made up one way or another. It doesn't give you time to get settled or half articulated. Either you rise to the occasion or fail misserably. Go for it or just go home. You know you'll analyze every little bit of it later, you'll go over it once and again and you'll be glad for some parts, half ashamed of others and strangely proud overall. Till it goes away.

promises are made to be broken

resolutions:

- get in shape (why not)
- learn to say no (yeah, right)
- be consequent (sure)
- dare to look you in the eye (as if)
- think more or real life as a lucid dream (and act accordingly) (dream on)

...promises

(and, just because, Alice aka teh cuteness)

i am scarcely turned on by a showing piece of undergarment, except under special circumstances...

Cuadragésimo aniversario

Si te miro de perfil sigues aparentando los veintiuno y medio con los que te conocí. Y, de frente, bien podrías parecer una anciana, que, te aseguro, desde aquí abajo entre tus piernas nunca podré echarte un día más de unos fabulosos treinta y nueve.

fear the ass

meet your own expectations:
be them, mah friend

Golden showers

Why do you think it is that, since I met you, the only thoughts that get me off are those of sexually humiliating you? Nothing too brutal, but exposing. Bare, unraveled and unshielded from me.

Before you, it was affectionate and tender love-making that moved me. It doesn't do it for me anymore. Doesn't say anything to me now. I need to see you tamed, ashamed, helpless and submissed. Dominated, humiliated. I have this need to subdue you, to slightly abuse you.

And I'm so sorry. But, no, I'm not going back.

El bloc del moment

Arribant gairebé a la fi de l'últim bloc del moment -sempre deixo en blanc els dos primers fulls i l'últim, manies-, faig un repàs a trocets d'alleujament dels dos últims anys (sóc dispersa amb els meus gargots, a estones m'apeteix dibuixar en aquest quadernet, en ocasions ha de ser en paper especial, la majoria en el bloc del moment). Miro, retoco per última vegada sobre traços de les meves jo passades, (recordo que necessito un escaner nou) i dono un passi al meu afany d'exhibicionisme:

"One of us"

He believes in magic. Not as a religious thing, although he believes in a higher being as well, but as supernatural means that influence events and physical phenomena. He sees and feels things you and I think cannot be seen or felt. Being kind of a psychic, he believes he has premonitory visions and that he can predict the future. Not all of it, but bits and pieces. He's like a little kid, in a way. A bit too innocent.

One thing's for sure: his heart's in the right place. I've never met anyone as good a person as he is. There's no doubt about it, he's got nothing but good intentions. He tries so hard, in such an upfront manner, to please people. And he tries so desperately to be liked. That's all he wants.

He may very well be the single most intelligent person I've ever met. I tell you, he's somewhat of a genius. Geniuses are known for lacking common sense or emotional sensitivity. And, I assure you, he fits that description perfectly. Although I wouldn't say he is absent-minded, as geniuses are imagined to be, as he seems to live in a state of constant awareness. Always mindful, like a hawk.

It must be difficult, being as bright as he is, to find happiness. Somehow, he transfers his obsessive-compulsive intense focus on subjects of his study and work to social relations. It's heartbreaking to see him unappreciated like that. I truly believe he's too good, too pure, for this world. People can't understand him, they don't trust him, always so honest and willing to lend you a helping hand. Offering his friendship, his true and almost unconditional friendship. The only thing he demands is for you to listen to him now and then. A friendly ear. To be there, just from time to time. In return, he'll be there for you anytime you want, for anything you may possibly need, anything at all.

I can safely say he has never meant any harm to anybody. And that's something I couldn't even say for myself. Life hurts. Circumstances can do you wrong, people will hurt you. And when they do, you are going to want to hurt them back. It's like an acquired reflex, a learned instinct. We all have it. It's just something we learn somehow as we grow old. Except for him.

If only he could find someone who got him, who could really see his true worth, I know he'd be able to truly start feeling about himself the way I feel about him. The way everybody should. I keep my eyes open for that person at all times, just in case. I would love to be able to help him that way, finding just the one for him. If anybody deserves to be loved and understood, it's him.

feliz día del orgullo...

...del prisma dispersivo/refractor de luz

no?

make a wish upon a star

Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.

SOS (get me out of here)

inspire me --casting notice

CASTING NOTICE FOR FEMALE MUSE

MyRoom, SDR – Huna Serbidora is seeking a Young Good-Looking Woman to be her inspiration in an upcoming both fiction and non-fiction project.

All interested Girls and Women age 18 to 40 are encouraged to apply.
Willingness to Naked Posing and Reasonable Femininity musts.
Smoking Body a plus, but not necessary.

Applications sent via e-mail or comment to this post.
Love letters, explicit descriptions, naughty drawings, cute pictures. Send me a video of you talking on cam – YouTube links welcome.
Not all of the above necessary.

Tell me about yourself. No word limit or any type of maximum. Enclose a current photo. Include you contact information.

DEADLINE: MAY thebestwin, 2010

SEND MATERIALS TO:
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'back seat'

life. it's like the back of the bus. i've always preferred the back seats. usually less crowded, much more cozy.

and just like that, i've noticed a change: i use to sit on the one in the corner, the one that's another three seats away from the exit and at least two people have to get up or move in order for you to get out. but, now, i never go near that one. i prefer the one in the opposite corner, a complete open way for the exit. i have to know i can smoothly slide out of there any second, without so much as anybody even noticing it.

so what if i don't ever catch that bus where i feel like riding till its last stop? who says i have to want to? i'll get down whenever i want to, wherever i feel like.

if i haven't used all the credit in my public transportation card, that is, and some bus actually let's me in.

for now i'm going on foot wherever if the distance allows me to, anyway.

let's try something different

oporrak direla eta itxita