Burning Up!

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

--Amendment I, Bill of Rights



I should be a pile of ashes from all the things that have been burning me up lately.

Things like independent journalists being brutally treated by police outside the Republican National Convention (and, I'm sure, the Democratic National Convention last week). Are they criminals? I don't think so! :-( Just listen to Democracy Now! and get a glimpse of the real world outside the political conventions.

The comments from the veteran groups (Iraq & Afghanistan, Vietnam) have been the most stirring...and shocking, in their sharing of their experiences.

I can't believe that last week, and likely, this week, protesters were confined to a caged area, like animals. Their area was designated as the "free speech area"! It all sounds like something that would be happening in a country like Myanmar/Burma, or some other developing country where human rights are ignored and scoffed at.

Police roughed up, detained, and arrested Democracy Now! staff and other journalists in the past few days, invading the places they were staying at (presumably without a warrant), and taking some of their equipment and/or taking the batteries out of their equipment. :-(( The NSA (National Security Adminstration) personnel stripped the journalists of their media passes into the RNC building. Literally ripped them off their necks. Is someone or some governing or corporate entity trying to hide something so as to prevent news from reaching people outside the convention? Interesting how the journalists and protesters are open and willing to speak the truth, and the opposing forces are brutal and secretive by not telling why their press passes are being taken or even if they will be returned or not.

All this excessive police force is very chilling, and counter-productive to what I thought they were supposed to do: maintain law and order. That sort of behavior will sow mistrust between law enforcement and the citizens on a regular everyday basis. Why go after journalists whose job is to report what is going on, and hopefully, bring the truth to the citizens?

I hope the protests will become increasingly LOUDER as the week goes on, and all the way to election day in November!

Normally, I don't care a fig for politics, though one might think I ought to since political science was my minor, and communication (with emphasis in print journalism) was my major in college. But this year, it's hard to avoid! And with my increasing interest in women's issues and everything related to it, I feel it is my responsibility to pay attention to what elected representatives are going to say because it is my future and everyone else's they're talking about!

I absolutely do not want an anti-women, war-mongering president in our White House. Not at all.

Last night, I read a New York Times article on the G.O.P.'s stance on abortion: they do not even allow exceptions for rape, incest, or the mother's health! So it won't bother them to have thousands of women die from back-alley abortions as in the decades (centuries?) before Roe vs. Wade?


Women are human beings, not pieces of property whose sole duty is supposedly to pump out puppies. It's THEIR choice how to live their lives. Uncle Sam should not enter a woman's womb, especially if he does not intend to go after the guy who fucked her up in the first place, literally and figuratively. :-(

Why is the burden always placed on the woman? Why is it only her fault for becoming pregnant? Is she really responsible for his uncontrollable, raging hormones?!

Between hearing about women-unfriendly stances by one party and the excessive police force against innocent journalists and peaceful protesters, I feel like we really are living in an Orwellian police state. 1984 was the scariest novel I've ever read, and I've read it more than once. In recent years, some unsuspecting citizens have found that if you say or write something criticizing Uncle Sam, or even participate in a peaceful protest, you could find yourself on the government's No Fly List.

All in the name of security? What about our civil liberties? When has might ever made right? I wonder if the people in charge ever heard of Ben Franklin, who wrote:

They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.

My wish is to live and prosper in a free, progressive country, not a regressive, police-state-like one! If my name were ever to show up on some godforsaken list, I would be even more determined to defend my civil liberties and those of my fellow citizens. Tooth and nail.

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

--Amendment IV, Bill of Rights

Olympic Tube Watching

I don't watch tv anymore, except when at other people's homes (which is limited to watching late night movies on their cable channels). Or when the Olympic Games come on.

I've watched every Olympics since I was a little girl. The first star Olympians I remember are gymnast Olga Korbut and swimmer Mark Spitz. That was in 1972, 36 years ago. I haven't missed an Olympic Games since! Well...actually, I don't remember the one in 1980--the one President Carter made the USA boycott...I don't remember if that was televised for USA audiences or not?

When the games come on, my eyeballs are glued to the tube for two-weeks non-stop. I can't get enough of it! Even for some sports I have no clue about (which is most of them), like equestrian sports.

This summer, I do have a bit of restraint on my Olympic obsession as I have a Maryland Jurisprudence Exam to take and pass on the 25th of August, the day after the closing ceremony. I found out I was registered to take the exam last Friday, the day of the opening ceremony, which I didn't watch. I need to pass this exam in order to get my license to practice massage therapy in Maryland. It has little to do with the field of therapeutic massage and everything to do with the laws and regulations regarding practicing in MD, hence, the fancy name "jurisprudence". So I promised myself I would NOT turn on the tube until I studied some. I slipped tonight, though. I'll make it up tomorrow and everyday until exam time! It's taken me all week to get used to the legalese in their 36-page code of laws and regulations; I use the Olympics as a reward for studying! %-)

I tend to enjoy the winter Olympics more, just because I love watching ice skating, downhill skiing, ski boarding, and other death-defying sports against Mother Nature's beautiful snow! But I do enjoy the swimming and gymnastics competitions.

Tonight, Mark Spitz was interviewed along with Michael Phelps. Wow. I hardly recognized the former w/o his moustache! Gray hair! But his face still looks youthful on my snowy tv screen. ;-)

I've been getting better over the years at utilizing commercial time to do other things, rather than vegetating even longer than I ought to, during the Olympics. I've mended clothes, sorted coupons, read an academic analysis of Simone de Beauvoir, and even studied for my MD Jurisprudence Exam during commercials. Thank goodness for the MUTE button! Especially for the political candidates' commercials against each other! %-(

I'm certainly not the athletic type, though my participation in taekwondo has helped me to appreciate being physically active (after a lifetime of traumatic P.E. experiences in school!). Naturally, I admire those athletes who accomplish amazing feats of physical prowess! I used to fantasize what kind of sport I'd spend my life in if I had been athletically talented: ice skating? swimming? skiing? martial arts? :-)

What I don't admire is when people show bad sportsmanship, such as when they lose a competition. Fortunately, that seems to be a rare occurence during any Olympics, though more common in popular sports like baseball or hockey.

Also, I get bothered by those who seem to talk about sports like it's the most important thing in the world. People have their obessions and will know every possible detail about what they love, but which is useless to everyone but themselves; I'm no different...it's just not in the sports realm. Pardon me...I could be getting on my soapbox here, so I better stop while I'm ahead...for now!

There was a time when I was still single and lived within walking distance of a public pool. I've always enjoyed swimming, even with my lousy eyesight. I timed myself: it was shockingly slow, compared to the times of the Olympic athletes!! I decided it would be unrealistic to make such silly comparisons...who did I think I was, anyway?! Just work on my own times and set a goal.

We're moving again next month, and where we'll be, there's a pool between our cottage and my parents in-law's much larger home. :-) The only way for me to get moving is to do something that is FUN for ME. Like taekwondo. I don't know what I'll do when I move, but I already announced to hubby that martial arts is what I like and enjoy and intend to do it as long as my body can do it. :-b I've had the best instructors...it's going to be difficult to find others of their caliber, I think. Not just in technical skills, but as in caring individuals, too. Next to fun, I would say the most important factor is that the instructors and students are absolutely respectful of each other. If I don't detect that when I go hunting for a new activity, I won't be able to stomach it because I know I will NOT be able to tolerate disrespectfulness. I wish I didn't have to leave my school and that there was a branch where we were moving to, as I would have LOVED to grow and advance further...I never wanted to leave, I kept telling myself over the years! %-0 But, sometimes circumstances in life dictate you must make difficult decisions, adjust, and leave your comfort zone.

I'll take it as a challenge to grow and learn in regards to our move, just like the athletes in the Olympics do when they compete. I'm especially inspired by swimmer Dara Torres, whose age seems meaningless to herself--she's got spirit!

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“Spirit has fifty times the strength and staying-power of brawn and muscle”

--Mark Twain (1835-1910), American humorist, writer, and lecturer

Sexism Sells, But I'm Not Buying It

Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak. ~William Shakespeare, As You Like It




Recently, I added my name to The Women's Media Center's campaign Sexism Sells, But We're Not Buying It, a video and online petition campaign illustrating the pervasive nature of sexism in the media’s coverage.

The WMC meets with executives to share their concerns, and also welcomes its members to contribute their comments--which they also share with the top dogs. Today, I felt compelled to give them my thoughts:

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I believe the progress of a nation can be measured by how it treats its women. Based on recent and current media coverage of Senator Clinton, Michelle Obama, and Cindy McCain, we have a long ways to go.

Women make up half of humanity. And yet we are still greatly disrespected both here and abroad. Sexism in media coverage only serves to infect the public's mind that they should devalue women. Even the smallest, dumbest, most trivial comments can go a long way in keeping humanity from progressing forward.

WHY can't the media give as much attention to a woman's achievements as it does to her dress, hair, makeup, laugh quality, and other non-important details? WHY are you, the media, so afraid to view a woman as a strong, smart, human being? When a woman expresses her opinions in a forceful way, she's jumped upon by critics in the media--as well as presented in an almost disdainful manner. She's regarded as a bitch because those who report her comments when she speaks her mind aleady present her in a negative light, consciously or subconciously, due to their own biases.

I find it rather ironic that there are, and have been, women leaders of much more traditionally patriarchial nations; maybe their media doesn't have the luxury of wasting a lot of time on picking apart trivial details of a female candidate or the wives of presidential candidates.

Does the American media REALLY think the public cares about the way Senator Clinton laughs? What color her pantsuit is that she has on today? HOW does it KNOW that Mrs. Obama is an angry black woman? WHY does the country NEED to know about Mrs. McCain's assets or inheritance?

It seems to me there is a lot of anti-woman sentiment in the media and our government. As I stated in the beginning, I believe the progress of a nation can be measured by how it treats its women.

Fuzzy Leggies Reign Supreme

Summer is the time to expose ourselves. Our bodies. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

But isn't beauty in the eye of the beholder??

My fuzzy (hairy!) leggies have been the object of hard, sometimes hostile stares from both men and women over the years. I imagine that they must think of them as horribly unsightly, or that I'm a lesbian, as if either of those are some sort of felony. :-(

What do I care what others think anyway? I've got better things to do with my time! I regret I fell to peer pressure in high school and regularly shaved them (what a pain in the ass!) to fit in. Shaving legs was a high maintenance job for me. I hated it. After 10th grade, when I wasn't required to take P.E. anymore, that was IT. I stopped shaving my legs and armpits. And haven't done it since. Well, maybe a few more years shaving under the arms, but that was still a nuisance, and not done often.

Hair is a natural part of the body. I just happen to blessed with more of it on my legs. My man likes my legs just like they are! ;-b Besides, he would be gravely disappointed with me if I were to shave my legs: I'd be wasting my time kowtowing to society's idea of "beauty" when I could be doing something more productive with my time, like enhancing my brain activity through reading or writing. I wouldn't be me if I shaved my leggies, he tells me.

It is sometimes difficult to bear the stares of others when I go out and about in shorts every summer. But I try to regard it as a sort of character building test: ignore the stares! be yourself! And I admit: I am rather envious of those women who have little hair or whose hair is so light it doesn't show much, and thus, there's no need for them to shave. Yet at the end of the day, I am still glad to be me! ;-)

What am I thinking when people stare or glare at my legs? Exactly this:

• What the hell are you looking at them for?
• Do you look at everyone's legs?
• If they look that bad to you, don't look!
• And for crying out loud, why are you being so shallow? :-(
• Don't you know that a person's character traits are much more important than her physical traits?

The good, the bad, and the ugly. Hmm...that was a good movie! But when those adjectives are used together, it best fits describing peoples' character traits, rather than physical traits. Do physical traits have any value? Maybe as far as health and fitness are concerned, but beyond that, it seems all vanity and Hollywood to me. That a stranger would stare at my fuzzy leggies says more about her/him than me, I'd say. In terms of character traits, their disdain borders on ugly.

Can I consider myself a liberated woman, then, for refusing to bend to society's ideas of beauty? I think I ought to, self-proclaimed feminist that I am. :-) It is liberating not to follow the crowd! My skin is fair, my hair is black. And my hairy legs are the most blatant, public, and physical aspect of my nonconformity, even if the public only sees them three months of the year. (I do have to protect them in the cold months. ;-)) Oh yeah, I've got pretty bushy eyebrows, too. I do tweeze them occasionally as they are more visible, so perhaps my vanity gets in the way there. And I've got hairy arms, as well (don't get lost in the forest!). I certainly don't shave them!

Others have written about hairy legs, online: Hairy-legged feminist wrote some wise words about them, and an Ask Yahoo! person answered the question to "When and why did women start shaving their legs?" Blame advertisers! Or insecure women.

The hairy women I've seen in public seem not to be bothered by their fuzziness. Why should they be? If they were concerned, they wouldn't let the public see their hairiness. Which leads me to believe they've accepted themselves, and say to hell with those who are disturbed by it! To me, they seem more natural human beings--and perhaps more true to themselves, rather than those flowing out of the tanning salons.

I am who I am. Proud of it, too. ;-) And if my honey likes me and my parts just how they are, then so be it. What reason on earth is there to remove the hair on my legs or any other part on my body? What kind of message would I be sending to myself if decided to suddenly start shaving again? If I did that, I feel I would be devaluing myself, going against what I believe in--that I should be true to myself; I'd really fall prey to Madison Avenue (advertising), and become weak-willed because I'd have caved in to society's expectations of what women's beauty should be.

There's no way I can do that to myself. Absolutely not.

Besides, I've read that there are men out there who think hairy women are sexier! :-)

“The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.”

--Francis Bacon, Sr. (1561-1626)
English lawyer, philosopher

Knocking Down Doors

I have an itching desire to take over the world.

BWAHHAHAHAHAHA!! %-D

Why, you ask?

I can't say exactly, but I think my burning passion can be attributed to a combination of factors: being silent throughout my life and getting severely tired of that, a growing indignation at the injustices directed toward women--with impunity, here and abroad, and a growing confidence about myself in that I am more sure than ever of my values and beliefs--as well as taking physicist Richard Feynman's words to heart: what do you care what other people think?

Communication was my major in college, but I think many forget that communication doesn't always have to be verbal. It can be conveyed through body language. Or through art and music. Or it can be written.

To date, I have written three letters to my state senator regarding the status of women here and abroad. On his website, he states that he can only reply to his fellow state citizens. I called him to it in the last letter, mentioning that I had hoped to hear from him and not a staff member. Today was the third letter I sent to him, via his website. I have a burning question for him and I intend to keep bothering him until I receive a response.

Last week, I wrote a loud letter to our state public transportation peeps denouncing their short-sighted bus changes. They cut off my main artery, so to speak: the main bus I take. Now I have to take two buses to get to where I want to go. They did not make-up for this in any way: most people have to rely on another bus route that is very often unreliable to connect to my main bus, and for frequent evening riders, there's a long wait for the unreliable bus at the new hub to take us back into town. I thought that they would at least extend the hours of the new trolley, but they didn't, and it's been a headache for many. :-( I asked them if they didn't care about the safety of their riders? If so, then prove it by making the other bus' schedule more amenable to my bus and/or extending the hours of our trolley. It is SO frustrating!

If I don't hear from them, I will keep bothering them, like I have my state senator. There are two public hearings each year to air out with the public transportation people. I resolved today to show up at the next one with my list of grievances (and solutions!) because I missed my taekwondo class. The bus was way late and I couldn't wait for it any longer; it would've made me miss the connecting bus. I used to have a direct connection right outside my apt complex. No more. :-((

I've been stoking my activist volcanic fires in the last year by voraciously reading as much as I can manage. When I find a gem, I like to leave my two cents' worth on amazon.com. ;-) Why not? Whether I'm the first reviewer or the 15th, I like to challenge myself to write as clearly as possible. In being one of many reviewers, I want to say something different...or at least, the same thing in a different way!

Lately, I've taken an interest in philosophy, in order to think more clearly, better argue my viewpoints, as well as listen more critically to what others say. Of course, part of my reason to study philosophy is to become an activist in my fields of interest. The other part is my heroine and inspiration, Simone de Beauvoir, whose work I am obsessed with.

I don't particularly envision myself as one who would jump on a soapbox and make public speeches, but who knows?! I think I'd probably be more effective in the writing realm. Write powerful, subversive pieces to shake up the masses!! ;-D

I am inspired by those who remained activists for social justice throughout their lives, like Eleanor Roosevelt, Rosa Parks, Alice Paul, and many others. They never tired of their work...they had fire in their bellies! Remember, age is only a number.

I want to be active until my last breath. :-)




“There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself. It is the only true guide you will ever have. And if you cannot hear it, you will all of your life spend your days on the ends of strings that somebody else pulls.”

--Howard Thurman (1899-1981)
American theologian, author, philosopher, educator, and civil rights leader

Highly Sensitive Person

I like taking quizzes that I know I won't be graded on, like a lot of the silly ones on Facebook: What Kind of Disaster Are You? (avalanche!), What Dictator Are You? (Theodora, of the Byzantine Empire!), What's Your Best Quality? (loving!), etc. !

But I also like taking more serious ones, such as on health and personality traits because I think it's very important to know thyself and what you stand for, lest some snake oil salesperson/politician tries to sell you something you're not sure about. The most recent test I took came from a book called The Highly Sensitive Person, by Elaine N. Aron, Ph.D.

According to it, I am probably a highly sensitive person. For instance, I answered true to the following statements:

• Other people's moods affect me.
• I am easily overwhelmed by things like bright lights, strong smells (yes,
• that's me!), coarse fabrics, or sirens close by.
• I have a rich, complex, inner life.
• I am made uncomfortable by loud noises.
• I am deeply moved by the arts or music.
• I startle easily (just ask my man!)
  
• I get rattled when I have a lot to do in a short amount of time.
• When people are uncomfortable in a physical environment, I tend to know what needs to be done to make it more comfortable (like changing the lighting or the seating).
• I am annoyed when people try to get me to do too many things at once.
• Being very hungry creates a strong reaction in me, disrupting my concentration or mood (definitely me!).
• I notice and enjoy delicate or fine scents, tastes, sounds, and works of art.
• I make it a high priority to arrange my life to avoid upsetting or overwhelming situations (only in recent years).
• When I must compete or be observed while performing a task, I become so nervous or shaky that I do much worse than I would otherwise (not all the time...I think I'm getting better!;-)

• When I was a child, my parents or teachers seemed to see me as sensitive or shy.

What a package deal I am!;-D

According to Aron, who is herself an HSP (highly sensitive person) and has done a great deal of research on the subject, "Most people walk into a room and perhaps notice the furniture, the people--that's about it. HSPs can be instantly aware, whether they wish to be or not, of the mood, the friendships and enmities, the freshness or staleness of the air, the personality of the one who arranged the flowers....Our trait of sensitivity means we will also be cautious, inward, needing extra time alone. Because people without the trait (the majority) do not understand that, they see us as timid, shy, weak, or that greatest sin of all, unsociable." (pp. 4,5)

I am glad she added, "You forget that you belong to a group that has often demonstrated great creativity, insight, passion, and caring--all highly valued by society." (p. 5) :-))

A classmate in high school once said aloud to me before class started, "I think you're STUCK UP!" because I never said anything. I was deeply offended, and blurted out, "NO, I'M NOT!" %-0

That's one area where one could say I am sensitive: being told I'm something that I'm not! I prefer to say it's my pet peeve: people who aren't very perceptive at all and decide to play shrink on me. That reeeeaallly grates on my nerves! Get off your high horse, pleeeze! >:-(

I had a coworker who said to me one day (shaking her head), "J, I don't think you'll ever be strong-willed!" I cannot remember the circumstances that caused her to say that, but I'll tell you something, that burned me up! You obviously don't know me, dear coworker! Blind, unperceptive bitch! I must have forgiven her for that slight because a year later, after I left that office, I invited her to a symphony concert (I worked for an orchestra as a slave dog administrative assistant) and had two free tickets.

Strong smells really get to me. I wrote about this last year on one of my posts, regarding my doggy nose. If an aroma or odor is overwhelming, I'll be nauseous for the rest of the day. Not to say I don't appreciate scents, but I've had to move to the back of the bus because some ladies have doused themselves in perfume and it made me want to puke. The same goes for offensive foot or body odors; I don't go looking for these smells, they find me! Or more precisely, my nostrils.

I know that I sense other people's moods a lot quicker than my friends. If I mention it to them, they give me a look of wonder! %-0 What? Really? I suppose moods can also be translated into more modern day terms, like energy. "So-and-so was giving off bad energy today!"

Case in point: last year, I interviewed with a chiropractor who put me and his staff on edge. He could have been David Carradine's character in "Kill Bill"! Looked like him and acted like him! %-( A close friend of mine who is also a massage therapist told me he gave off too much bad energy. That might sound like voo doo to your average joe on the street, but it took me the whole rest of the day to recover from him. He was rude, talked twice (and cursed) on his cell while interviewing me, and was just hostile in general. Plus, he had a low opinion of massage therapists anyway, evidenced by his offer of very low wage and haughty manner toward me and other comments he made to staff while I was there.

I like my solitude. Reading takes my mind to many great places. ;-) I crave my quiet time. And I like my sleep. Rest is always a good thing! Now, after having read this book, I don't feel guilty for extra naps or an extra hour or two of sleep, which to others may be deemed as pure laziness. If I don't take care of my body, who will?

Music is sweet salve for my soul: I often get lost...swept away in something I like. It's like my mind is a sponge, reflecting whatever the mood a piece is conveying, be it opera, Bach, Beethoven, Bartok, big band, the Beatles, or the Bee Gees! %-D I have often stayed an extra few minutes in a store (especially on hot summer days) just to hear the end of a song!

Perhaps I should just say that I am a sponge. Like tofu. I absorb whatever flavors, scents (and moods!) are out there, for better or for worse. It's why I have always cherished my quiet times and my beauty sleep: to balance out any excitement, positive or negative, that I may have experienced that day. Now I understand. :-)



"Worship the gods if you wish, but first, know thyself."
-- Socrates

Bloodsuckers! Episode II :-(

This morning I found a lone bloodsucker on my PILLOW when I awoke: a teensy weensy bed bug!

So it's been crawling bloodsuckers rather than a flying ones that have been wreaking havoc on my body in the last month! Their itch is intense--I can hardly stand myself.

I'm almost surprised I caught it; they're known to feast in the dark, before dawn. The one I caught this morning running from me on the pillow must have hung around the buffet table a bit too long, as hubby put it! In broad daylight, no less. It's in a glass jar now sitting between the computers, for our morbid fascination. ;-)


I can't believe such a tiny thing can cause such misery! Hubby only got bit a few times in the last month, most recently last night. But he hardly even notices it. The itch is overwhelming. Last weekend, I got NO sleep at all because the itching drove me nuts, even after I had taken antihistamine and applied a topical cream to it. If someone had taken my arms away, I would have been happy, it was that bad (it made me cry like a baby!).

I had been just sitting on the bed reading Saturday night when I felt a tingling burning and itch on the inside of my arm...yet I didn't see anything but red bumps...about 20 of them in an elongated cluster. Like I had chicken pox all over again. Yech! Before I knew it, it itched like the dickens--and combined with the half dozen or so on my left arm, plus a mess of them on my shoulders, I got no respite all night.

Sometimes the itch is SO intense I'm beside myself. I can't stand myself and want to crawl out of my own skin. Can't concentrate or anything. I have a high pain threshold, but absolutely NO itch tolerance at all! %-(

Tonight, hubby put sticky tape all around the bed, hoping they'll stick to it when they come after us. I did wash the sheets in hot water, wipe the mattress down with Mr. Clean, and vaccum already. It might need lord knows how many more sessions of that.

I hope my prescription anti-itch cream comes soon; I was too impatient to wait in the long long at the pharmacy for it the other day, so I called the mail order pharmacy the next day. It's hard to do ANYTHING when you feel like you want to jump out of your skin. :~-(

This afternoon, it didn't help that when I was trying to purchase airline tickets online for xmas, the site didn't let me complete the purchase right around the time my itch was completely overwhelming me! Thank goodness hubby had the patience to finish it all for me.

Crawling bloodsuckers or flying bloodsuckers, I hope I don't turn into a vampire before Halloween!

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Appetite


I want you to be my victim!
Yeah!
All i want is you.
Your skin so white,
whets my appetite,
your dreams, i dream,
in your bed at night.
And i sleep by your frame,
curling around my finger,
with hooks in my brain,
Blood in your veins,
slides down my thoat,
pooling inside,
now i feel you again!
This bliss,
this perfect
and passionate kiss.
Marks us in red.
I life well fed.

by Vatishi

(that last line: A life well fed, or I LIVE well fed??)