January 2012
14 posts
Genital Piercings.
Me: So I'm going down to the piercing place next week to get the rest of my piercings done so I'm symmetrical.
Dad: I see.
Me: Yeah, the lady who does me is great.
Me: She specialises in genital piercings apparently.
Dad: Whatever makes you happy, dear.
Dad: I'm sorry, but are you really going to get a genital piercing?
Me: WHAT.
It’s very hard to keep motivated when all you want to do is build a blanket fort and never get out of it. It feels as though I’m being pushed under water most of the time. But I’m swimming back to the surface, however long it takes.
“So basically, we’re having a childrens’ alcohol and sex object...”
– Wrong, Wrong, Wrong, Wrong, Wrong.
The importance of growing down.
I never really got the chance to be a kid. From a young age, particular circumstances and experiences required that I be an adult from a very young age. I’ve always been mature (as much as someone with no life experience can be) and as a result of that, never really understood what “being a child” entailed. I’ve always been tremendously jealous of people when they talk...
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