1. The inevitable Retrospective
Last year, on February 14, I was on a plane heading west. There was no better place for me to be than that plane. Enough said, and see previous post. I believe there was sex involved after landing. The amazing, I-haven’t-seen-you-for-over-a-month kind of sex.
Two years ago, on the same day, I received a badly spelt card with sexual innuendo from Superbutch. Later on that day, I put the last eyelet on my outfit, breathed in and squeezed my pale flesh into a tightly laced black and pink dress, then pranced and sweated and spanked the night away at the Torture Garden. Superbutch agonised over her outfit too, couldn’t chose between two identical tops, then finally decided to go topless. Tit flashing gets you in quicker, you see. I flirted with glistening naked gay men, playfully whipped friends and got my finger caught in one of the fire doors. All in all, a little pain was had by all. I believe there must have been some real sex involved after Superbutch dragged me back to her lair. The designated-roles kind of sex. All in all with Superbutch, things were quite fun when she wasn’t talking.
2. Tomorrow, I believe there will be no plane, no pain, and no sex of any kind. Oh well.
In the late afternoon, I will most likely park myself in a café and watch straight guys with bouquets walk past, and be sort of glad I’m not one of them.
3. I will wonder how many people bought this straitjacket-wearing teddy bear, this year’s valentine special, allegedly meant to convey how ‘someone might feel about their sweetie on Valentine's Day’. The ‘Crazy for you’ teddy comes with commitment papers – ‘simulations of legal documents used to force a mentally ill person into involuntary treatment’.
4. Hey, it’s not nice to make fun of crazy people. And anyway,“Mental health is very serious. We should not stigmatise it further with these marketing efforts.", said some spokesperson or another. I think they’re starting to think it was a bad, bad idea.
5. All in all, Valentine’s Disaster sucks almost as bad as Christmas this year. Please send medication.
5 comments:
Oooh, ooh, I know - let's get pissed instead?!
PPQ, I knew I could count on you.. c'mon, let's get pissed.
yay...I've got the booze if you've got the chat...
Leggy - thank you. It's almost as good as the real thing. Almost. ok, it's not. But thanks anwyay.
PPQ: I have a bottle of Gewurtz in the fridge and I promise I won't flirt with you. We can talk about anything you like.
y, what on earth is Gewurtz?!!
and hey, a bit of harmless flirting's ok.
;-)
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