XX (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dans_la_reine) wrote,@ 2007-03-09 17:36:00 |
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refusing quiet dignity...
you knew it was coming, you were warned, it has been explained to you that I am aware of your innocence.
and yet
I remember New Year's Eve, a real estate party and a lover of three years. I was ironing a skirt to wear, sexy little stockings, he came up behind me and tugged my panties, pretty black satin cast aside for warm dampening pink. Mmm, yes, a deep hard fucking. Me, spread and bent, a sort of erotic endurance, my body liked it, my brain was giving over, my heart didn't budge. So, yeah, it didn't really hurt so much when he played out the rest of the evening. and yet...
"Is that what you're wearing?"
"Yeah, why, a black skirt, a black top, what's wrong with black, lots of women will be dressed like this."
static blah blah filler until the moment
"Nice girls would have a proper dress."
So yeah, I took that gut punch, I took it, I took it and remained quiet with dignity, stunned with dignity, hurt with dignity.
I should have kicked him in the fucking face.
so... there it is. I feel pinpricks of rage at your admiration of "quiet dignity" because I want to scream and shout and rub skin against cement.
I understand quiet dignity isn't all you admire. the two love women in your life are very strong. You also admire Julianne moore's character screaming at the drug store clerk
I know
just saying.
These strange things happen all the time kiss,
XX
you knew it was coming, you were warned, it has been explained to you that I am aware of your innocence.
and yet
I remember New Year's Eve, a real estate party and a lover of three years. I was ironing a skirt to wear, sexy little stockings, he came up behind me and tugged my panties, pretty black satin cast aside for warm dampening pink. Mmm, yes, a deep hard fucking. Me, spread and bent, a sort of erotic endurance, my body liked it, my brain was giving over, my heart didn't budge. So, yeah, it didn't really hurt so much when he played out the rest of the evening. and yet...
"Is that what you're wearing?"
"Yeah, why, a black skirt, a black top, what's wrong with black, lots of women will be dressed like this."
static blah blah filler until the moment
"Nice girls would have a proper dress."
So yeah, I took that gut punch, I took it, I took it and remained quiet with dignity, stunned with dignity, hurt with dignity.
I should have kicked him in the fucking face.
so... there it is. I feel pinpricks of rage at your admiration of "quiet dignity" because I want to scream and shout and rub skin against cement.
I understand quiet dignity isn't all you admire. the two love women in your life are very strong. You also admire Julianne moore's character screaming at the drug store clerk
I know
just saying.
These strange things happen all the time kiss,
XX
