Rendezvous
19 December 08 : 02.46 AM
(There's something about speaking of the body in the most basally unpretty terms. To say you're kissing a mouth and not kissing lips (Too dainty). In sex you'd say, fuck my mouth like it's just another fucking orifice. Fuck gag reflexes. To talk about blood and invoke images of jaws and metal and soft bodily tissue. The human body is too feral and sensual to be spoken about in mitigated and pretty ways.)
I picked a fight with Helme tonight for no real reason. At the end of it, I said something along the lines of, you don't fucking deserve me. He kept his cool the entire time; didn't raise his voice when I did, didn't use 'fuck' excessively when I did, didn't say mean things when I did. Then I realised how ironic it all was.