I used to have a healthy sexual appetite. A very, very, very healthy one really. In short, I love it. But only with a guy I love (note a guy, not the guy, no! I am very monogamous!).
I actually compare myself to a movie star sometimes. Imagine putting a movie star in a supermarket, asking her/him to buy the stuff you eat and drink at home. It would be an expensive shopping because a movie star doesn?t even know how much a diet coke costs.
Well, I don?t really know things like that either.
A moviestar has no shame of doing hot things whilst making love, or having sex, because I find making love such a ridiculous term as I never make love to someone I don?t love, so I?m definitely never into making love, love is already made between us, or it isn?t. anyway, a moviestar doesn?t hold her thoughts or emotions back whilst making love, they make a lot of noise and don?t care if they?re heard.
Well, me neither. No really. I?ll take last year as an example. There was that time I went to his home, we watched a movie and made love or had sex on the couch and on the floor. It was extremely funny because his parents thought their son was still an innocent virgin, and when his parents discovered my journal, they read about that and they were pissed on themselves for being such a voyeur, lolz. They read my journal though, about all thee hot things we did together and the random positions we tried out, about how hot their beloved, not-so-innocent saint son was and they couldn?t stop reading because it is so damn well-written, his mother explained later. For a while they voyeured on my life like that without either of us knowing so, so I wrote on without scruples. Imagine, haha. I laughed my ass off when he told me. But well, as you already new their voyeuring turned out bad, so I stopped laughing, though I laughed a lot because it was all so very funny and pretty ridiculous.
There also was a day I didn?t blog at all because we were so busy heating each other up that I didn?t have the time to anymore. I made a whole lot of noise and I was very aware of it that the neighbours could hear it, but I did not, do not care. You only live once, seize the day! And obviously I was doing exactly that, haha. The noise was not that much, I swear!
The summer was so hot and I had a medium pool in the garden, wherein we did a lot of stuff naked, and if you were on street looking through the bushes, after the holidays I found out that some had been looking. But then I said to myself, if they were looking, it?s because they don?t have anything near as exciting. And, by the way, why were they even looking? I was fully quiet.
It?s lovely to be a moviestar this way.
It?s all in my previous journal: An Older Version Of Me. My parents read my journal occasionally from the very beginning. They?ve never told me this explicitly ? though she admitted it in my newspaper interview last year ? but I just knew. She claimed to rather know something, anything about what is going on in her daughter?s mind, life? than she knew nothing. She even said, and this was a fine shock, that she knows and understands that each child shits on their parents once in a while (exactly quoted in the newspaper), haha really. We were sitting next to each other during the interview, and I was like mum, what more are you going to reveal? Lolz, but she defended my expression therapy as my gift and my therapy, which was the last sentence, sweet, huh?
Where was I? Oh yes. Well, I thought of sex again today. My appetite is coming back. I thought I should just report this. It?s good news, I definitely have to start looking or a guy.
Hey, please don?t go judging me on this entry, for the rest I seem pretty much innocent anyway.