That space at the small of my back was not meant to be held by a quailing hand. The timid cannot squire a tempest and if no control is exerted, none can be gained.
Where are all of the pretty lesbians? Must every aggressive female I have seen this week look like a cross between Michelle Rodriguez (after 6 weeks of no sleep) and Shabba?
You are firmly esconced in my thoughts at the closing of my eyes.
Watching me from afar will not quench your desire. The seeing and the knowledge are nothing like the experience.
"Aren't you Mala from the internet?" Pah.
I shall go down in the annals of time as the Queen Fag Hag.
Gay men give the best compliments. Yup.
I've got a bruise on my knee and I don't know why. And no, it's definitely not because of that. Nope. Not at all.
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