I sometimes don’t know why I even bother getting up. There is not much to do around town nowadays. I still get up at some point or another, there is just no choice. Seems like there is never a choice. Or, the other way round: there’s only choices. Damn it.
I see other girls but they don’t really look like me so maybe I am not a girl but just appear to be one, or just think I am. I don’t comb my hair or paint my lashes. I don’t feel sexy when being stared at but rather uncomfortable. Maybe that’s why I never understood make up, MAKING UP somebody…..I do like girls though, I really do. They have soft voices and tiny little fingers and such cute haircuts. Boys never have such cute haircuts. I guess there just HAS to be a difference between us. Girls….sometimes we hang out and it’s just not true that girls always talk about boys and make up, they wear make up and do have boyfriends but they TALK about life in general (and who doesn’t). Life in general…..it’s pretty boring I guess.
My best friends do absolutely NOT resemble a “sex and the city” posse. I wish we were like that though, they have sex all the time and we don’t. Not all the time, anyway. Sex is overrated. I used to kiss a lot of boys and all I had left at the end of the night was a feeling of hunger and bright red lips.
If I think about it, having these red lips actually was quite a good feeling.
I read some articles about the different types of feminism today. Looks as if I am like 3 feminists in one. Does that mean I can’t be one totally and therefore do not have a real specified theoretical background for my ideals? Screw theories.
Take my body and do whatever you want with it. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.