“lets have maple syrup sex before bed make sugar coated memories and swallow to forget what you said fill my bloodstream with endorphins before I taste the bitterness of her tongue in your kiss if only ignorance could fill my lungs with artificial bliss.”
she killed a man with a psychedelic swirl of an ice cream lick after he told her to swallow his – quick bitch quick years of dripping icicles into her mind, finally – brain freeze – can’t think – – can’t breathe – she was taught that every action
has an equal but opposite reaction so she didn’t understand why when she let him feel her pain then again and again and again to burn life into his frosted heart he was so damn silent
the last thing she remembers is waking up to the aftertaste of his spilt coca cola
drowning pills of every shade of emotion so words could not bubble to the surface
she wanted everything to be flat only leaving a numbing artificial sweetness behind let simple thoughts fill her mind – the grass is green the ocean is blue and the sky is bleeding red the wind caresses her bones moving her palpitating heart and trembling lips to dance beyond the darkness of the night the sun is rising yet she is no longer a creature of the light
A disadvantage of being slightly more open with friends and family about the existence of my blog is feeling like I must censor myself on contentious issues.
Bearing that in mind, I have decided to say a massive f&#k you to consequences and discuss my thoughts on the sex industry.
I have grown up in a relatively sex positive environment and consider myself a liberal at heart. That is why I am a strong proponent of you do what you want, and I do what I want and we will mutually respect each other because we’re decent human beings.
Whether you choose to experience sex before marriage or abstain because you do not feel ready, only do it with one person or do it with a dozen, if it’s something private and exclusive or if you sell it as a commodity, it’s ultimately your choice and nobody else should give a fuck about said choice, unless you want them to… 😉