From the time I was 14, I could make the boys in my class question what it meant to be straight. Sleepover bump in the nights, after-school 'Im-not-gay-but-I-want-to-try-it-for-kicks', locker room sessions that would cause an old pedophile to die of cardiac arrests--you name it, I've probably done it and I might be responsible for the gayification of half the men in my northeastern metropolis.
I hail from the upper east side and that's also where I went to school. I can't say I know why I did what I did, but I think I used sex to fill the void in my heart (or the hole in my butt sometimes; so what? I'm blunt)... I think I did it in preparation for the loneliness that would manifest later.
Even though I'm in college, I still make high school boys jizz their pants. The college boys are no better. I think I'm meant to be liked, but not loved.
Even out here in Iowa, straight doesn't mean narrow. And I think that's God teasing me, telling me that He would rather make normally homophobic boys love my flesh, but hate my soul. Sigh.
About Me
- The He-Witch
- I am an occupational witch. That's fancy talk for basically saying that I help people with their issues by helping them recognize that they can help themselves better than anyone else can. But, of course, I want the full glory of saying "I'm a witch," so I will call myself one. The blog is namely about dealing with my hermit-tendencies and secret introversion, as well as shedding light on my modern non-magical definition of magic and a very practical approach to that non-magical magic. Also, I don't speak Spanish, so sorry--when those hot Puerto Rican girls are talking shit about your Anglo ass to your face, I can't translate.
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