-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.23 Jun 2003

Goodness! What would Kristie think? The fact that you write "poetry" at all already puts you in the NONCE ZONE... but whimsical love ballads about dreamy, leather-clad hunks in spitfires? Hmm... Do you worry about such things? Of course not. You're perfectly secure in your sexual identity. There's nothing noncey about having a creative outlet... is there? Do you read her your poetry? I'm sure you sing to her. Does she like it? I'm sure she says she likes it. But do you believe her? Even if you do believe her, do you value her opinion? Or is she just another flesh tube to you? Not that I blame you or anything like that. Afterall, what do teenage girls know about music? They're just silly. She even told me she thought you were a bit of a creep for trying to pretend to be British! What tosh! Nevertheless, who wouldn't prefer the real thing. Someone who actually knows the difference between a butter knife and the small sack-like growth hanging between the hind legs of a crushed gibbon. Someone who can discuss, at length, and without embarrassing references to the importance of better education for the working classes, a vast plethora of proposed changes to the LBW rule. Someone who could tell you the supine stem of confiteor without spontaneously congealing into a vast splat of jellied confusion. Someone like me, for instance. Someone like me.