So, I sat down one day. I went theough the usual routine, checking that I had all of my most prized possesuons in their places; my candy was in my front jean pocket, my money was in my shoe, and my Ipod was in my back jean pocket.
My cheeks flushed for a moment, thinking of all the pervy, private stuff hidden behind the password lock. That was something that was mine, and offlimits, no, forbidden to any other.
Anyways. So, my mind decided to take the liberty of running through all of the said pervy private materials. And then began to daydream about all of the beautiful male specimines portrayed through words, character development, and photos gathered from this ingenious 21st century invention called the internet.
And then story plots, quotes, and scenes began to take over my mind. So many boyXboy love stories began to overload my emotional-register and remove any spare room for doubt about my true calling in life ( write more bXb stories ).
I thought about the interaction of said characters, and the tragic facts that were revealed about eachandevery male character worth shedding a tear over.
And it came clear to me.
All of the good, desirable men were taken, dead, or playing for the other team.
My mind froze. My heart almost shriveled up and whithered away. It hit me, in my core, and all I could do was think of just how sad it was.
And I just wanted to cry.
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Dreams
Non-FictionNotes and reports on little happenings in my life, a daydream, and a few rules I try to live by.
