context is for wussies
2/3/04 02:00I lie. I'm not sleeping yet. Instead I'm writing weird random snippets of dialogue.
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"It's like -- okay, you know the first time you go down on a girl, and it's like, wow, cool, and jeez, I wonder what that does, and what the hell am I doing here? Because, whoa, new territory -- and it's not like the *girl* is giving you any help, I mean, she's just laying back there and waiting for you to be a stud -- and you don't have any clue what to do next. Right?"
"Ray--" Fraser said, clearing his throat.
Ray grunted. "No, wait. Don't tell me. The first time you ate a girl out, it was a lick here and a tongue swirl there and, uh, bang! Flashing lights and confetti."
"Ah. No," Fraser said. "I'm afraid I'm not very familiar with the art of cunnilingus."
When Ray glanced over Fraser's face was slightly pink.
"Oh," said Ray, feeling like kind of a jerk. Wow. He'd thought Fraser'd licked everything.
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I picked aggravated for my mood because it was true, but somehow just looking at the picture of Ray with the big gun makes me feel a little better. [ETA: Wow, could that sentence sound any more Freudian?] Sneaky mood icons.
*****
"It's like -- okay, you know the first time you go down on a girl, and it's like, wow, cool, and jeez, I wonder what that does, and what the hell am I doing here? Because, whoa, new territory -- and it's not like the *girl* is giving you any help, I mean, she's just laying back there and waiting for you to be a stud -- and you don't have any clue what to do next. Right?"
"Ray--" Fraser said, clearing his throat.
Ray grunted. "No, wait. Don't tell me. The first time you ate a girl out, it was a lick here and a tongue swirl there and, uh, bang! Flashing lights and confetti."
"Ah. No," Fraser said. "I'm afraid I'm not very familiar with the art of cunnilingus."
When Ray glanced over Fraser's face was slightly pink.
"Oh," said Ray, feeling like kind of a jerk. Wow. He'd thought Fraser'd licked everything.
*****
I picked aggravated for my mood because it was true, but somehow just looking at the picture of Ray with the big gun makes me feel a little better. [ETA: Wow, could that sentence sound any more Freudian?] Sneaky mood icons.