Teetering on that edge...
9:38PM on May 24, 2009

Am home again Rude buddies. Very tired, but glad to home.
 
I've had a long week. Feeling a little distant tonight but hopeful. Sometimes I just need a decent night of sleep. 

And as I relax here and catch up, I wonder about romance, and where it has gone. Surely it has not been replaced by strands of spit and numbing repetition. Bad lingerie, bad toys and bad facial expressions...

A friend once told me long ago that I had a continual, "Victorian 'fuck me' look" in my eyes I could never hide.  But that Victorian in me, she has always wanted the warm bed full of both love and lust on rainy nights too. 

Why isn't there a middle ground?  Or maybe I'm just not vulgar enough? 

Not sure anymore...