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November 17, 2005

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GOOD LUCK, BABY BOY!
IN BOCA LUPPO!
WHOOO-HOOO!

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The Life and times of Nooneknew

Well, he's a man. I think some people would consider him more a boy than a man. But he's all man to me. You see, he let me share his body and part of his soul last weekend. It was kind of unexpected -never thought I could loosen up to that extent- very illuminating -I'm still alive- and lots of fun. Yeah. Sex for me has been returned to what it was: a fun, sweaty, exciting, exhilarating experience. This man/boy is like a live wire: he gives off energy, his libido is fun and fresh and has the most amazing mouth I've come across in a long time. And I'm not talking only about sex. You see, this man can think. He's terribly simple and absolutely complicated. He's one and several and self-contained and all over the place. All at the same time. And I find myself following really close. Like a moth to a flame. I think this whole embroglio is a combination of what could be a crush, a serius infatuation and a touch of adult longing. It's his amazing body and ca

O, Sailor

O' sailor why'd you do it What'd you do that for Saying there's nothing to it And then lettin' it go by the boards I have too been playing with fifty-two cards Just 'cause I play so far from my vest Whatever I've got, I've got no reason to guard What could I do but spend my best http://www.myspace.com/fionaapple Again, Fiona. Didn't I tell you my life has a soundtrack? :-D Again, I think we're getting somewhere. We're getting to be friends. I like that. I like how I feel more comfortable with you and how the whole attraction thing does not get in the way anymore. I still like to touch you. I still think you're good looking. But there's not that urgency that used to be there whenever I was close to you. It's years of training, I guess. Transforming lovers into friends. It may take me a little while with you, though. We did not have that comfortable mattress called friendship to fall back on before we jumped into bed. That m

Who am I?

Heh. You ARE driving me crazy. Nah. Just a little. It's endearing and maddening -hence the crazyness- listening to you talk about so many things. Your 'finding yourself' before you are 'defined by others' is yet other of your constructions that seem to be oximoronic. You want to define yourself by doing things/acting the way/dressing the part/ other people do. You seem ill at ease with who you are and still comfortable with it. You want to change but you stop short of doing it because of other things (lack of money, hence the Sugar Daddy query, and wanting to change some things about your body but you love to munch away your favourite delicacies). Besides, your 'extra time' is now spent with me -and I only fill in some of the 'hotness' checklist boxes you were describing- and you long for when you could do this on your own. You want a friendly ear but you want to be alone and enjoy your thoughts. Who am I for you? I would go for the scratching post -

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