I promise to return to my regular sexxxiii timez posts and adventures soon, I had a massive music festival thing and now I’m in Melbourne for some birthday adventures (this may mean nothing to you, geographically speaking…) but I’ll be home Tuesday/wednesday next week and I will flood your dash so much new followers will get annoyed and unfollow me again.
dudes in hip hop hoodies, hard men from boston, sweat drenched band guys, paramedics driving vans, that samoan guy with his hair in braids, eastern european hot dog vendors, newspaper delivery men, my boyfriend, my dads best friends younger brother that is 20 years older than me.
i thank jesus for dying and apparently saving all our souls so i could be here today and write my fantasies for you, on my iphone, from a music festival after a few…….. beverages.
i sit in the VIP area watching people walk back and forth carrying multiple drinks in each hand like the bar may run out any minute and i wonder, just silently of course, how many would agree to fuck me. right now.
id take that jock with his ralph lauren polo shirt collar popped on my back, right on the grass behind the tent. the one in crisp white rock star shirt with the sleeves half rolled up in the bathroom, while gripping a bottle of wine in one hand, bent over, hair pulled. that hippie with the hair not quite in dreadlocks? right in audience, he’d hike my skirt as the crowd pressed us forward towards the stage.
i drove home this morning (dont ask), and an ambulance was behind me, it was a long winding country road and visions of accidentally crashing and having them stop and tend to me rolled around and around in my head. sex in the back of an ambulance!! just imagine! at first i wasnt too keen on there being two of them, but my vagina slowly brought me around.
i dont know what’s wrong with me, i usually only get like this in spring (i am serious, like a kitten discovering heat, every single fucking year)
im going to hop off this couch soon and head back to the masses, the thousands of smiling people, bliss on their eyebrows bent, as they pulse along to the music. and i know i am going home alone tonight, to dream of goodness knows who doing heavens knows what to undiscovered parts of my body.
and im okay with that. the beauty of imaginations you know?
So all y’all might be wondering what I’m doing this Easter weekend (infact a few if you have sent me messages asking just that).
I am going to be spending the weekend at a five day music festival (which really makes my old bones creak, as I haven’t been to one in years and generally would rather be knitting or having a few quiet beers round the fire or shooting myself in the fleshy area of my upper thigh for kicks)
But I do have an access all areas media pass which means hanging around watching the likes of GRACE JONES ELVIS COSTELLO BB KING BOB DYLAN AND GEORGE CLINTON AND MOTHERFUCKING PARLIMENT as well as many others.