no sex for the unsexy, i guess
Sep. 1st, 2005 01:11 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
a big part of who i considered myself to be was just torn down this evening, or at least put into great speculation. so all-of-a-sudden i was no longer the awesome minx i knew myself to be; less minx but same awesome. i saw myself that way, my other friends see me that way, but the one person who knows me best tore that hat right off my head.
"you're like one of the least sexual people i know. you're like a Tiff to me. talking to you about stuff like that feels like i'm talking to tiff."
WHATTHEFUCK?? i'm tiff? nofuckingway. i love tiff, but i am not her. i'm like that? since when? when did this happen?
"when we have sex, it's like i can't tell your body is into it. i can tell by your face and the way you act, but it's more of like a mental thing with you. like it's something you think you'd enjoy so you do it, not like your body is craving it."
when did i become a cold fish? when did this fucking happen? when did i stop being sexy? i've always been, since i was like 14 (too young, i know, but past is past) i have been. i FUCKING EMINATE IT. what the fuck happened? why are you the only one telling me this?
well who the fuck am i now? curt, conservative, a fucking librarian. i've always sat with my legs closed. is that why? i never bend over in a skirt. how about that? is it because i can never talk about it with him because--no, wait a minute--i always talk about it with him. where the fuck is he when these conversations take place?
that's why i stopped taking my meds (yes i was on meds too, once, that's why i have no trouble talking shit, lol); i was cold, lifeless, my cravings gone utterly and completely. i wasn't ME anymore. i was a shell of who i used to be, and i would rather have the wild, slightly reckless me back, mood swings and all rather than be cold and distant like that. but now, now it doesn't matter, does it? maybe i should start taking my meds again, get re-prescribed and shit. he can at least stop telling me i'm "getting out of hand" or "getting too worked up" when he tells me things. maybe he'll be lucky if i show any emotion at all again. so now i'm crazy, crass, and prudish.
and the only person i really have to talk to about my problems is him, so i'm fucked when he's the one causing them. that is why i turn to you guys: human personalities in a cyber world. you don't really exist, but you can still offer advice and consolation that sometimes makes up for the real people who would normally get freaked if hard-ass no-shit little me came crying to them. i've got no shoulder but i've got the keyboard. good enough tonight.
"you're like one of the least sexual people i know. you're like a Tiff to me. talking to you about stuff like that feels like i'm talking to tiff."
WHATTHEFUCK?? i'm tiff? nofuckingway. i love tiff, but i am not her. i'm like that? since when? when did this happen?
"when we have sex, it's like i can't tell your body is into it. i can tell by your face and the way you act, but it's more of like a mental thing with you. like it's something you think you'd enjoy so you do it, not like your body is craving it."
when did i become a cold fish? when did this fucking happen? when did i stop being sexy? i've always been, since i was like 14 (too young, i know, but past is past) i have been. i FUCKING EMINATE IT. what the fuck happened? why are you the only one telling me this?
well who the fuck am i now? curt, conservative, a fucking librarian. i've always sat with my legs closed. is that why? i never bend over in a skirt. how about that? is it because i can never talk about it with him because--no, wait a minute--i always talk about it with him. where the fuck is he when these conversations take place?
that's why i stopped taking my meds (yes i was on meds too, once, that's why i have no trouble talking shit, lol); i was cold, lifeless, my cravings gone utterly and completely. i wasn't ME anymore. i was a shell of who i used to be, and i would rather have the wild, slightly reckless me back, mood swings and all rather than be cold and distant like that. but now, now it doesn't matter, does it? maybe i should start taking my meds again, get re-prescribed and shit. he can at least stop telling me i'm "getting out of hand" or "getting too worked up" when he tells me things. maybe he'll be lucky if i show any emotion at all again. so now i'm crazy, crass, and prudish.
and the only person i really have to talk to about my problems is him, so i'm fucked when he's the one causing them. that is why i turn to you guys: human personalities in a cyber world. you don't really exist, but you can still offer advice and consolation that sometimes makes up for the real people who would normally get freaked if hard-ass no-shit little me came crying to them. i've got no shoulder but i've got the keyboard. good enough tonight.