beach friends cat mountain It's strange to voluntarily socialize with a group of people who aren't paying me for my presence I think I probably (could learn to) love them all, except one icky slimy one But someone I love, loves him-- and I suppose... Meh, I don't suppose anything-- I can't stop hating him long enough to suppose anything He's icky and I'll never trust him And yet oddly he's the easiest one to interact with Probably because I wouldn't mind very much if he caught on fire I guess that makes me plastic Every decent person's plastic sometimes The alternative is insufferable People who want to share their unprocessed gooey feelings and views on the Truth with a capital T With no humor All the time all the time with everybody everywhere Fuck that And anyway I'm going to the beach Dangerous Liaisons can sit on the shore while I swim I heard there would be cats on a mountain Plus I want to run around in my flappy flappy halter dress and pretend I'm Cyd Charisse Also, I've never been less enthused about dating And he's a proper good guy With friends and books and dignity I don't know what to do when they're not insane and sex isn't an option What's really worrying is I'm starting to think there's no point without sex Am I a misandrist? I think the hiccup is I've loved the same person since I was 16 and I feel emotionally and mentally fulfilled by him without sex as well (he lives across the pond) Unless a future candidate is bringing penis to the negotiating table, he's going to find himself at a woeful disadvantage |