I am so into this, but I would be super concerned about having my shoulder pulled out or something from some faulty rope-placement. I’d like to fancy myself the (very) amateur engineering type, so I’d probably micro-manage the shit out of anyone attempting to do this to me.
black and white
The way he’s holding her is absolute perfection.
I’m silly sometimes.
Well, I’m silly a lot of the time.
“I shall be as dirty as I please; and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!” – Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights.
The Holiday Party, Part 3
After some time of talking to Noodlegirl, I realized I had completely lost track of Septum. I scanned the place for a bit, wandering around, until I noticed her with the Ryan Gosling-esque DJ.
“Wow,” Noodlegirl said, “your friend’s totally macking it with the DJ.”
I shrugged, “she just got out of a long relationship. She could use it.” I was aware that she was in control enough to not let herself get taken advantage of. Suddenly, Ren’s sister walked up and the two of them started making out as well.
“Shit,” Noodlegirl chuckled.
I laughed, “yeah, I really have no explanation for that. But, it’s good to see she’s having a nice time.”
The Holiday Party, Part 2
“Hi, I don’t think I know you.”
I admit I was caught a bit off-guard when I turned and saw the girl who had said it to me. I had seen her out on the dance floor and definitely was impressed (she looks a lot like the girl in this picture), but I had not expected such a friendly welcome.
“Oh,” I replied, “I don’t go here. I’m Ivy.” I shook her hand. She introduced herself and asked me where I went. I tried to skirt the subject. I hate admitting where I go because I sometimes get over-the-top reactions or people think I’m bragging.
Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow. So, you’re like…brilliant or something?”
“Oh, God, no,” I was blushing. She was smiling.
She placed her hand on mine and smiled. She had a really precious little gap-tooth. Gap-teeth turn me on. For real. I find them so charming and so sexual for some reason. “There’s so many gay people here,” she gestured toward the group of people dancing. I hadn’t noticed. “I didn’t really grow up near a lot of that at all. It’s really nice to see.”
I wasn’t sure if she was trying to push a subject and I was way too tamed by her looks to try to flirt too hard. I get far too bashful around really pretty girls. It’s a weakness. The stronger, more “butch” types I can totally handle. Once they get too pretty, I turn to mush.
“So, your top is really cute,” I changed the subject. Generic girl talk. I’m a whimp.
She giggled, “you look gorgeous. I’m totally straight, I promise. But you’re like really, really pretty.”
Miss Gap-tooth, I hereby proclaim your name to be Noodlegirl. Let the games begin.
The Winter Formal, Part 9
Spooning with three people is incredibly difficult.
Blue likes to be in the middle. I like to be little spoon. But Byron also likes to be little spoon, which is kind of funny and precious for his build.
Somehow, we finally settled into something vaguely satisfactory and fell asleep.
The Winter Formal, Part 5
At this point, Blue’s boyfriend comes over. Yes, boyfriend. We’re going to call him Byron. Because of alliteration and also because he’s the sort of romantic hero-looking fellow that Byron would write about. Maybe. It’s been a long time since I read Byron.
“So, you look hot,” Byron announced when he saw me, “like, really though.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I’m not the best at taking compliments.
He took a seat and pulled me into his lap while Blue set to talking to someone else. I started fiddling with a candle on the table and was warned about getting wax on myself. To demonstrate my bravado, I blew out the candle and dumped a fair amount of wax on my wrist. The joys of being a masochist.
Blue put his wrist out and I waited for the wax to cool a bit more before pouring some onto him. “Christ, that hurts,” he muttered.
We were all, vaguely, flirting from there. There was talk about hitting the dance floor. I rose up from Byron’s lap and gestured the group on. Blue wrapped an arm around me as we walked. "That’s it,“ declared Blue with a grin, "we’re going to have a threesome.”
“Oh, shut it.”
“Nope,” Blue insisted playfully, “we’re having a threesome.”
I shook my head. “Okay, dear.”
The Winter Formal, Part 4
I found my friend – who I will refer to here as Blue (gorgeous blue eyes) – hanging out with some people I know. “Quick,” I said, “if somebody comes by here, can you start crying?"
He cocked a brow, "yeah?”
“I got licked by a creeper and told him I had to go comfort my friend.”
“Shit, Ivy,” he chuckled and patted the seat next to him. I sat down and shook my head, “well, in any case, you look nice." He did, too.
I’m not sure how we got there, but somewhere amidst the joking, Blue grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back, holding them there with one of his. He had a pretty firm grasp and his free hand casually stayed on his beer. Blue knows I’m kinky and, even though he’s not particularly inclined to it, he’s terribly intrigued and amused by it.
"Oh, come on, let go,” I chuckled and went to pull my arms back.
He tightened his grip, “nah.”
I squirmed as best as I could, but I couldn’t wrench my arms away. Blue shrugged and sat back, taking a sip of his beer. “Just let me finish my beer and I’ll let you go.” He took his sweet time. I have to admit, I was enjoying that condescending quality to his voice.
After his beer was done, he released my arms and said a joking, “was it good for you?” I playfully smacked him and shook my head.
But, yeah, okay, it was pretty good.
Claudia Schiffer and Joseph Gordon-Levitt photographed by Ellen von Unwerth for GQ Italy.
The Winter Formal, Part 2
We were all having a blast before we knew it. Wine was poured out, laughter bounced around the room, and the impending threat of finals was – for the night – left back at our dorm rooms. It was a nice change to see everyone dressed up and amidst the formality of the event, there was definitely a pervading sense of ease.
“I would like to propose a toast…”
I raised my glass and started roasting my friends. It was in good spirit, maybe a bit acerbic, but never hurtful. We laughed, we clinked glasses, we cracked jokes. It was nice to just relax, to just enjoy each other. The evening was off to a great start.
Top Hat and Tush