Confession: When I was young, I used to draw pictures of women tying each other up. I kept them in a notebook. I have since misplaced said notebook. I hope this isn’t the kind of thing that will inopportunely turn up.
Cover of “Escape Into Bondage 2” art by Eric Stanton 1962
Cheesy, Sappy Confession: I’ve choked up from reading The Giving Tree.
I give way too much of myself to people. I get so deep into people that I feel like the only way to express it is that I feel like I have to break off little bits of myself to give away. No, not like van Gogh cutting off his ear for a prostitute or whatever the story was. No, not like letting someone cut off my torso to make a boat. I’m not Shel Silverstein’s pushover fantasy tree. (I draw the line somewhere).
But I readily, though it is sometimes regrettable and usually a little bit foolish, give of myself to the ones who I allow to get close to me. I’m sure it’s a condition or something. Van-Munchen-Tree’s Syndrome, what have you. I guess I have too much love to give, too many feelings. I’m too expressive. I don’t know.
Often, it’s an incredibly redemptive thing. I give up things, I emerge a different person, I’ve shed some skin and lightened the load. But, it’s always a thing I do. I just have this urge to give.
And that boy was so very lucky to have her love.
Confession: When I get stressed out, I like to dance around to music in my room. However, as the description of this tumblr states, I have thin walls and I feel bad for playing the same five (terrible) songs over and over. So, I usually wind up being a human iPod commercial with my headphones in.
Today, I’m wearing a knee-high heeled boots (no, this is not to begin your masturbatory fantasy, or…) that kind of make noise when I walk. My roommate from last year now lives directly below me and I just got this text from her, “dancing? 😛 If you’re stressed out, I’ve got cookies.”
Oh, good, now that I know my floors are thin, too…