intrigued_by_our_innards misstree gravity is strongest at the center of an object. his meat is nice, but not exceptional, visually speaking anyway. this is the case with most males, so it's not surprising. but i remember clearly when i first saw him, that little ezbake oven light going on in the nether regions, the fluttering of a cat's tail involuntary in my chest. nerves are always the truest tell. and i felt like i was staring whenever i looked at him. not fascination and not **** but interest o_yes and entertainment isn't quite the word, it feels cheap, only observer-based, and when the cockles of heart and brain and fuck are tickled like that it is very much a two person affair, even if i feel too high and clumsy and alien and flaky and anything else i can trip myself with to feel like i'm really there, like it's some dumb teenage fantasy cleverly disguised. until now there wasn't a Need. i blame it on my cunt. of course, there are many things connected to it, it being a major organ of sensation that isn't given enough credit for its wiring to emotion and instinct and energy, and i blame all of that wiring as well. but the things you did to it... it's no metaphor and not meant tritely when i say it was magical. the impact carries much further than the bundles of nerves that you play upon. and it's so hard to put my finger on why i am so drawn... but somwhere in that soup is the car door being opened, is the crazy grin and bloody lab coat, is an unexpected hand on my breast, is ink in forearms, is oceans of small subtle difference but the same set of islands, is the beginning of Knowing, is a hand ungentlly repositioning me even as i try to orient myself, is an image unembellished and still blurry, is a taste in my mouth that i can't identify because it is utterly new, but a rare palatable plant... and there was a hunger that i don't understand, that i understand less than the unexpected_opening... even in the midst of unrolling endless, not even crashing waves but constant crest, i hungered for more... maybe i am intrigued because i want to go exploring... 050829 ... andru235 that was interesting since my curiosity kept me reading this, does that mean that i was intrigued by _your_ innards, misstree? for, while i like you, that would be simply too much. i cannot have rumors being spread that i was intrigued by your innards, simply because you wrote something interesting about innard intrigue. so let's just keep this little incident to ourselves, shall we? 050829 ... ever dumbening maybe my eyes and brain are fried from preparing for travel to fun times in the nevada desert, but i really dug this, senorita arbol. hit me just right. now back to packing. wheeeeeeeeeee. 050829 ... ferret elevated in our eyes, cooking_breakfast_part_vii 050829 ... misstree let them spread rumors. if it brings them pleasure, what harm does it do me? those who would judge are beneath notice, and neatly culled. if we live our lives enough that acquantainces tell stories of our lives rather than theirs, should that not be a point of pride? of course, it doesn't quite work that way. benign gossip rarely spreads, and any gossip always mutates. and just because one is not a Friend doesn't mean that they should be discarded out of hand. but so it goes. combat it with truth, or, if you wish, by being utterly open about the outrageous. i've found that many who would otherwise run creep closer to hear the story tell herself by the campfire. and, thanks, kiddeos. this was one that wasn't written to be pleasant to read, but instead poured undistilled, and in looking it back over, well, yep. i'm glad it birthed. 050907 ... grendel the_entrails_of_birds 051025 what's it to you? who go blather from