So, in keeping with the "tell all" spirit I've so recently adopted, let's share some more.
I'm really religious. Yeah, I know you wouldn't know it from my devil-red lipstick, my open enjoyment of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll, or my very dirty mouth, but I am.
If you swear, I feel more comfortable around you. If I know you've got a mouth like a pirate, I feel it's okay to kiss you on the cheek and leave lipstick stains, tell you I am bisexual, and be my usual rowdy self. If you're prim as a pilgrim, I'll restrain myself and be quiet, virginal, and shy.
I have no modesty. I have no issues with you seeing the t-strap of my hot pink thong, my ass crack, my boobs, or underneath my skirt. Granted, if I didn't shave today or I've got my period, you're far less likely to catch glimpses of Miss Kitty. But, speaking generally, I honestly don't mind if you snap my thong walking by when I'm bent over at my locker.
I love being snuggly. If we're watching a movie, I'd really prefer to have my legs in your lap. If it's squishy in the car, I don't mind sitting ON your lap. I love giving and getting hugs. I also don't mind if you tickle me or throw me in the pool. I'm just a punkrock teddy bear.
I feel awkward sometimes when you expect me to be slutty. For real! I don't like taking my clothes off in a sexual way. Does that make sense? I'll strip off my shirt and walk around in my bra or a bikini top, and if you accidentally see my boob, fine. But actually taking my girls out is weird to me. If I'm pulling a Courtney Love and falling over drunk somewhere, and my underwear come out, fine. But if you want me to take them off for you, I feel dirty and sketch.

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