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2012-11-12T22:08:30+00:00 via web To: Public
I haven't posted in too long.2010-01-02T04:21:52+00:00 via web To: Public
A quiet night with #boy began my new year.2009-12-30T21:41:54+00:00 via web To: Public
I want these things because I don't want them at all. Because some part of Real Girl is left cold when she imagines being left as Doll.Jason Riedy likes this.
2009-12-30T03:10:29+00:00 via web To: Public
I wish I could live painted colorfully and dressed uselessly. Practicality begins to grate against my unkissed lips.2009-12-19T17:35:54+00:00 via web To: Public
Snowflakes resting on my eyelashes, almost as pale as my skin. They only melt when I'm brought inside.2009-12-19T03:48:45+00:00 via web To: Public
Off to dream with #boy. Tomorrow I'll have more.2009-12-18T14:03:41+00:00 via web To: Public
I've been gone too long, but will return soon with new stories and thoughts. I am full and want to be empty again.2009-04-14T13:15:39+00:00 via web To: Public
It's been an isolating silence, but I had a lot to consider. #boy has been very patient.2009-04-10T00:54:42+00:00 via web To: Public
Eyes closed, breathing shallowed, everything comes down to when he touches me. #boy2009-04-06T14:25:29+00:00 via web To: Public
Monday is the day it is hardest to remember to pretend I am a Real Girl.2009-04-02T14:07:38+00:00 via web To: Public
Patience is neither a virtue nor an impossibility, it simply is.Jason Riedy likes this.
2009-03-31T14:43:05+00:00 via web To: Public
Intimacy is the dangerous place where everything is true and nothing can be hidden from. It's honesty on steroids.2009-03-31T02:28:13+00:00 via web To: Public
Staring into my own interior is terrifying. I worry #boy won't want me any more when he realizes how dark an empty doll is.2009-03-30T20:29:48+00:00 via web To: Public
I want his touch worst in the single moment before it happens.2009-03-30T13:53:25+00:00 via web To: Public
Sometimes living in his closet is stifling. I wish I could make it easier for him to throw open the door.2009-03-29T00:21:41+00:00 via web To: Public
Proper clothes make the difference between his toy, and just wishing.2009-03-25T01:43:56+00:00 via web To: Public
Emptiness goes right to my head like the fizz in champagne or an endorphin high. Being his blank slate is bliss.2009-03-24T00:35:14+00:00 via web To: Public
If I am just his empty doll, why does every touch leave its trace on my heart and in my skin?2009-03-22T23:23:58+00:00 via web To: Public
I wait, lips parted softly, eyes unblinking, legs splayed half open. Dollies have no modesty either.