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fandom_muses: Topic 28 - Sex
Jul. 5th, 2006 12:02 pmI need to get laid.
I know it sounds pretty crude, but it’s the God’s honest truth...I haven’t been with a woman in a while. Not in...God, three years, and that instance...it was complicated. Girl named Melissa...we were institutionalized together when we met. I mean...she was in there, I was there for a case I was working on. Anyway, long story short she was being kept when she didn’t need to be treated anymore...one of the patients was impersonating a shrink and kept her there.
We hit it off...sort of. I mean, I wasn’t completely interested at the time, but she was pretty cute. Few months later, we ran into each other again and...we were together. It was one of the strangest encounters I ever had, though...mainly because it was so satisfying. Not because it was any great romance or deep, spiritual connection...but because we were both lonely and sad and...together, we were okay for a while.
I think that’s one of the rare blessings of sex...it’s a way to be happy. Keep the darkness at bay for a while. I mean, I’m not big on casual sex, but this wasn’t casual. It was just...right. Melissa and I, we took a night and we enjoyed ourselves. I took her upstairs, we did it a few times...fell asleep in each other’s arms, took a stab at making breakfast the next morning. When she finally left, it was with a smile. We both felt lighter...warmer, less alone.
It’s doubtful it’ll ever happen again...but Melissa made me feel alive for the first time in a while, and that’s what sex is, I think. It’s a reminder we’re alive...that no matter how bad things are, there’s one thing left that’s good. It’s a connection...a tie that binds us all together.
And when all you do is talk to the dead...sometimes that little reminder that you’re still among the living is especially important.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 335
I know it sounds pretty crude, but it’s the God’s honest truth...I haven’t been with a woman in a while. Not in...God, three years, and that instance...it was complicated. Girl named Melissa...we were institutionalized together when we met. I mean...she was in there, I was there for a case I was working on. Anyway, long story short she was being kept when she didn’t need to be treated anymore...one of the patients was impersonating a shrink and kept her there.
We hit it off...sort of. I mean, I wasn’t completely interested at the time, but she was pretty cute. Few months later, we ran into each other again and...we were together. It was one of the strangest encounters I ever had, though...mainly because it was so satisfying. Not because it was any great romance or deep, spiritual connection...but because we were both lonely and sad and...together, we were okay for a while.
I think that’s one of the rare blessings of sex...it’s a way to be happy. Keep the darkness at bay for a while. I mean, I’m not big on casual sex, but this wasn’t casual. It was just...right. Melissa and I, we took a night and we enjoyed ourselves. I took her upstairs, we did it a few times...fell asleep in each other’s arms, took a stab at making breakfast the next morning. When she finally left, it was with a smile. We both felt lighter...warmer, less alone.
It’s doubtful it’ll ever happen again...but Melissa made me feel alive for the first time in a while, and that’s what sex is, I think. It’s a reminder we’re alive...that no matter how bad things are, there’s one thing left that’s good. It’s a connection...a tie that binds us all together.
And when all you do is talk to the dead...sometimes that little reminder that you’re still among the living is especially important.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 335
