05 June 2004

15 things about her

Gen X shoutouts.
She was escourted into her sexuality by Madonna and Prince.
Her first orgasm was at 9 years old during the act of relieving herself outdoors because the wind blew just right.
She pacified herself with her thumb until the age of fifteen.
Father never loved her.....

Her first lover was chosen the very same night in her teenage years that she discovered the direct corrilation between beer and cigarettes. His words lingered like a noose around her neck as he coaxed her into relaxation deflowering her without ever climaxing because he was too high on cocaine.

She wishes she could sing.
Like Diana Krull.

She enjoys pleasing men and the power it gives her.
She envies Monica Lewinsky.

She should have told him that even though she was physically giving him head under a full moon at the edge of a pier on the Atlantic she was mentally four paces back watching the two of them together beacuse she was a vouyer.

She enjoys clean areas. Clean your area. NOW.
She collects music boxes and russian nesting dolls.
She misses her distinctive Hungarian maiden name.
That has reappeared due to error on her driver's license.
To his dismay, she hasn't made the changes.


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31 May 2004

i can tell we are different

round green eyes look out over Memorial Day picnics that could feed entire villiages in Mexico

flat green lawns, manicured by small brown men greet my feet

the large pink feet that are newly hewned soft by a brand new American who is smaller than my preteen son her hands already strong as a man.

crisp green money falls from grace from the height of my shoulders that support an oily empire of greed

old rich white men cluck like chickens behind my sinful back, unmarried, slut...I can tell their wives peck them into the corner of the barnyard.

They watch my pink throat and chest while i talk to them, ignoring my green eyes that show them how we are all the same much to my disgust.

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30 May 2004

what yall doin?

There's a tornado watch on for this part of Texas tonight, one of the twins is a weather phobe, he's asleep on the sofa in the tv room, waiting for the end of the world via tornado. I knew I shouldn't have let them have their own copy of "Wizard of Oz" at such a young age. Live and learn. Bad mama. This is the kid that's also terrified of bees and wasps, but I think that's his father's fault, that guy is a total pussy about bees and wasps.

I'm eating a bowl of mixed nuts, grousing about my hormonal condition... wishing He was here to soothe my ruffled feathers, that are ruffled for no particular reason (except that estrogen is NOT my friend)... wondering, why don't they put more pecans in these things, pecans are the best.

I was going to play house today, but all i did was wash the little car and clean up the breakfast room. And take a 3 hour nap.

And more cashews, cashews are wonderful.

Are we allowed to post nonsence like this in here?? because I'm like totally full of nonsence about 2 weeks out of a month.

I was thinking I should come in here and write a dissertation about feminism and d/s and make a really grand entrance, but you know what? fuck it.

There's a reason why pecans are the state nut of Texas. Any state that has declared a state nut but won't allow you to own more than 3 dildos or have consentual anal sex needs stuff like a really fab state nut.

I hope i don't get banned form the blog after one day! that'd be so embarrassing!

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