You are one of God's mistakes
|A sensually (mainly visual) sexual caption that mainly plays|
on the perceptions associated with masturbation
and sex. It is exciting and I make no bones (ha) about that
but point it out as something of interest.
|This is more... wistful and playful. Just... nice.|
I'm well aware of how it aches
The fact of the matter is that Tilly is already doing this, but not out of any connection with what I do. My Boy has gone to bed and spent entire days dressed in his favourite piece of dress-up clothing: a white tutu with a frilly skirt. Because, hey, we're modern and hip and challenge gender roles. My daughter has dressed as a knight and rescued princesses (including the Boy) and has cross-played, to neologise, with her friends on numerous occasions. At least as many times as she has showed heteronomative play tendencies. And Tilly, like a good mother, condones these behaviours. I imagine that there is a feeling that the Boy will grow out of it and that the Girlie is merely challenging the patriarchy... well, okay, the latter point is more mine than Tilly's but you get the idea.
Yet you still won't let me in
|Ah yes, the Left Behind series. I rather liked the|
first adventure-style book. But then... well...
Also, a vengeful God.
|I don't have that much grey hair, but my boss does have|
the same vaguely insincere smile. She's not that young
but she is much younger than I. Does that make me that old?
So now I'm breaking down your door
|Yeah, that'd be... that'd be good.|
What's the point of all of this?
To try and save your swollen face
Partly it is to record my changed feelings on my cross-dressing and the way in which the work environment has shifted a little so that, although it's not brilliant, it is at least better than it was when I started this blog all that time ago.
Though I don't like you any more
But also, nothing has changed.
You lying, trying, waste of space