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Half my bookshelf,
most of my secrets,
even all my love:
BUT NEVER MY SOCKS!
Boundaries, I tell you. They're important!
Boundaries, I tell you. They're important!
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Oct. 19th, 2009 09:04 pmBounty prize for anyone who can answer correctly:
Why are pirates pirates?
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So Amy monster has been chilling out at my place this afternoon, putting up with my ridiculous trains of thought and despicable smoking habit, and she foolishly left herself signed in on my computer. I could take this opportunity to air all her darkest and most embarrassing secrets for her here, but they pretty much get enough internet airing already so there's really no point. She also left me her book on 19th Century lesbianism, purely by accident, and I'm relishing it. I always thought there was something a little insincere about the Victorian Prudery facade, but lesbians? Bring it on. Furthest I've ever delved into Victorian lesbianism is Carmilla.
As you've no doubt already heard, I am sending Amy back to Sydney uni next year. She's going to be burying herself in Old French, and I'll be there to spank some sense into her (in full dominatrix get-up, bien sur) if she misbehaves. So don't panic, everybody.
And this is me signing off, because the dishes, sadly, will not wash themselves. Domesticity kinda spoils my enigmatic persona, doesn't it? I'll have you all know I look damn fine in bright pink rubber gloves.
Why are pirates pirates?
***
So Amy monster has been chilling out at my place this afternoon, putting up with my ridiculous trains of thought and despicable smoking habit, and she foolishly left herself signed in on my computer. I could take this opportunity to air all her darkest and most embarrassing secrets for her here, but they pretty much get enough internet airing already so there's really no point. She also left me her book on 19th Century lesbianism, purely by accident, and I'm relishing it. I always thought there was something a little insincere about the Victorian Prudery facade, but lesbians? Bring it on. Furthest I've ever delved into Victorian lesbianism is Carmilla.
As you've no doubt already heard, I am sending Amy back to Sydney uni next year. She's going to be burying herself in Old French, and I'll be there to spank some sense into her (in full dominatrix get-up, bien sur) if she misbehaves. So don't panic, everybody.
And this is me signing off, because the dishes, sadly, will not wash themselves. Domesticity kinda spoils my enigmatic persona, doesn't it? I'll have you all know I look damn fine in bright pink rubber gloves.
