I don't know, I don't know
.....jag vet verkligen inte. Är det här typ, nära sexuella trakasserier på nåt sätt? En kille jag gav mitt nr till har först och främst ringt mig typ en miljon gånger, och nu skickar han sms till mig och frågade först om jag är oskuld, sen om jag tyckte om sex, om jag tyckte om att bli slickad, och nu... (stavfel etc orörda)
"ta inte d här fel nu för d e en komplemang.. Men ja ha velat slicka dig tills du kommer ända sen första gången ja såg dig.."
WTF? Skriver folk så till människor de bara sett i MCDONALDSKLÄDER på MCDONALDS? Jag typ växlar mellan att tycka att han måste vara störd och undra om jag verkligen är SÅ snygg? Sen vettefan om jag är intresserad över huvud taget. Tanken på att ha sex med någon, än mindre någon jag inte känner och som inte vet någonting om mig skrämmer mig. Typ, en hel del.
Fan, har det gått så länge att jag blivit rädd för sex? Det känns främmande. Okontrollerbart. Nästintill obehagligt till och med. Sist jag hade sex varade det i ungefär fem-tio minuter, förspel inräknat, och bra sex har jag inte haft på vad som känns som en evighet. Men ju längre det går, desto mindre vill jag att det ska vara med bara vemsomhelst, jag blir mer och mer kräsen för varje dag känns det som.
Okej, det där var väl längre än jag egentligen borde skriva om sex på en internetblogg, hehe. Nu ska jag hoppa in i duschen (no pervy thoughts there Sandshrew!!!) och sen ska jag försöka sova. Eller spela lite pokemon.
(Låt: Aqualung - Another little hole)
"ta inte d här fel nu för d e en komplemang.. Men ja ha velat slicka dig tills du kommer ända sen första gången ja såg dig.."
WTF? Skriver folk så till människor de bara sett i MCDONALDSKLÄDER på MCDONALDS? Jag typ växlar mellan att tycka att han måste vara störd och undra om jag verkligen är SÅ snygg? Sen vettefan om jag är intresserad över huvud taget. Tanken på att ha sex med någon, än mindre någon jag inte känner och som inte vet någonting om mig skrämmer mig. Typ, en hel del.
Fan, har det gått så länge att jag blivit rädd för sex? Det känns främmande. Okontrollerbart. Nästintill obehagligt till och med. Sist jag hade sex varade det i ungefär fem-tio minuter, förspel inräknat, och bra sex har jag inte haft på vad som känns som en evighet. Men ju längre det går, desto mindre vill jag att det ska vara med bara vemsomhelst, jag blir mer och mer kräsen för varje dag känns det som.
Okej, det där var väl längre än jag egentligen borde skriva om sex på en internetblogg, hehe. Nu ska jag hoppa in i duschen (no pervy thoughts there Sandshrew!!!) och sen ska jag försöka sova. Eller spela lite pokemon.
(Låt: Aqualung - Another little hole)
Bögporr?
“Fag!” the guys on the team called after Jonathan as he went into the shower. One of the requirements to letting him stay on the team - that he showered after them. He survived it. They weren’t that bad, as long as they got to tease him a bit and prove their own manliness they would leave him alone and let him on the team.
With a small sigh, he hung up the towel and stepped into the showers. The room was hot and the windows steamed over already, but he didn’t mind. It was relaxing to shower alone, even if he had to sit sweaty and wait first. The rest of the guys were so loud and rowdy anyway.
He didn’t hear the door in the locker room opening, and when someone else stepped into the shower room he was humming to himself, unaware. Then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and jumped. “Oh!” he exclaimed, looking away quickly. “Sorry, Daniel, didn‘t hear ya. Didn‘t know you stayed behind.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I‘ll go out and let you…”
“Don‘t bother,” Daniel said and Jonathan looked up, a little surprised. “It‘s no biggie. What are you gonna do, rape me?” he chuckled and hung up his own towel.
Jonathan tried a lot to not notice his team mates endowments, but no one on the team had been able to let this go unnoticed. Daniel, the poor bastard, was hung worse then a horse. It was a scarily huge piece of cock hanging between his legs. But what Jonathan had noticed more was how awkward Daniel seemed to be about it, how he hid. He often waited until most of the guys were done in the shower before he went in himself, and preferred showering alone. Sometimes he waited until after Jonathan was done.
“Good work today,” Daniel said softly, and Jonathan felt surprise hit him again. He wasn’t used to anyone at school actually trying to talk to him like this. Not in a one-on-one situation. He had learned to keep his mouth shut, because what if they would ‘catch the gay’ from him? He almost rolled his eyes at the thought, then brought back his focus to Daniel.
“Thanks, you too,” he answered with a grin, chancing a glance over at the other guy. Daniel was tall, thin but athletically so. His hair wasn’t that long, and the edges were shaved off to form a Mohawk in dark brown. His face was square, thin, his eyebrows naturally arched and his lips full and soft-looking. His limbs were long and thin as well, but it was easy to see he spent time in the gym with his biceps and what-nots. His chest was defined, his collarbones and hipbones visible… Okay that was too much thought.
Daniel smiled at him and they both looked away. This felt awkward. A minute or so passed in silence before Daniel cleared his throat again.
Jonathan glanced at him. “Look,” Daniel said, sounding a little awkward. “I know we don‘t talk much and stuff, but you seem like a cool guy so I was wondering if you‘d like to hang out sometime.” He took a deep breath and then laughed. “Wow, that sounded like I was asking you out or something.”
A joke? Jonathan stared wide-eyed at the other guy. He was… Joking. About that. Maybe he had underestimated Daniel. “Don‘t worry,” Daniel corrected hastily with a small chuckle. “I‘m not. Asking you out that is.” Silence again while Jonathan stared at Daniel awkwardly, completely lost for words. Had he ever really noted the green tint to Daniel’s blue eyes? He was very uncertain on that point. Focus! He mentally slapped himself and looked away.
“No worries, man,” Jonathan said with a chuckle. Then he was quiet for a moment while soaping up. “So, you free this afternoon?” Daniel asked, startling Jonathan again. “I, uh, sure,” Jonathan mumbled, looking down. This felt very weird. But it was more surprising then anything else.
“So, what do you do in your free time?” Daniel asked when they stepped out of the shower, towels wrapped around their waists. “What classes do you even take? I just realized that I know like, nothing about you at all.”
Jonathan shrugged and pulled a hand through his short, blond hair and pulled on a sweater. “You know, hang out with my friends, study a bunch, the normal stuff.” He shrugged. “Play any videogames?”
With a small sigh, he hung up the towel and stepped into the showers. The room was hot and the windows steamed over already, but he didn’t mind. It was relaxing to shower alone, even if he had to sit sweaty and wait first. The rest of the guys were so loud and rowdy anyway.
He didn’t hear the door in the locker room opening, and when someone else stepped into the shower room he was humming to himself, unaware. Then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and jumped. “Oh!” he exclaimed, looking away quickly. “Sorry, Daniel, didn‘t hear ya. Didn‘t know you stayed behind.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I‘ll go out and let you…”
“Don‘t bother,” Daniel said and Jonathan looked up, a little surprised. “It‘s no biggie. What are you gonna do, rape me?” he chuckled and hung up his own towel.
Jonathan tried a lot to not notice his team mates endowments, but no one on the team had been able to let this go unnoticed. Daniel, the poor bastard, was hung worse then a horse. It was a scarily huge piece of cock hanging between his legs. But what Jonathan had noticed more was how awkward Daniel seemed to be about it, how he hid. He often waited until most of the guys were done in the shower before he went in himself, and preferred showering alone. Sometimes he waited until after Jonathan was done.
“Good work today,” Daniel said softly, and Jonathan felt surprise hit him again. He wasn’t used to anyone at school actually trying to talk to him like this. Not in a one-on-one situation. He had learned to keep his mouth shut, because what if they would ‘catch the gay’ from him? He almost rolled his eyes at the thought, then brought back his focus to Daniel.
“Thanks, you too,” he answered with a grin, chancing a glance over at the other guy. Daniel was tall, thin but athletically so. His hair wasn’t that long, and the edges were shaved off to form a Mohawk in dark brown. His face was square, thin, his eyebrows naturally arched and his lips full and soft-looking. His limbs were long and thin as well, but it was easy to see he spent time in the gym with his biceps and what-nots. His chest was defined, his collarbones and hipbones visible… Okay that was too much thought.
Daniel smiled at him and they both looked away. This felt awkward. A minute or so passed in silence before Daniel cleared his throat again.
Jonathan glanced at him. “Look,” Daniel said, sounding a little awkward. “I know we don‘t talk much and stuff, but you seem like a cool guy so I was wondering if you‘d like to hang out sometime.” He took a deep breath and then laughed. “Wow, that sounded like I was asking you out or something.”
A joke? Jonathan stared wide-eyed at the other guy. He was… Joking. About that. Maybe he had underestimated Daniel. “Don‘t worry,” Daniel corrected hastily with a small chuckle. “I‘m not. Asking you out that is.” Silence again while Jonathan stared at Daniel awkwardly, completely lost for words. Had he ever really noted the green tint to Daniel’s blue eyes? He was very uncertain on that point. Focus! He mentally slapped himself and looked away.
“No worries, man,” Jonathan said with a chuckle. Then he was quiet for a moment while soaping up. “So, you free this afternoon?” Daniel asked, startling Jonathan again. “I, uh, sure,” Jonathan mumbled, looking down. This felt very weird. But it was more surprising then anything else.
“So, what do you do in your free time?” Daniel asked when they stepped out of the shower, towels wrapped around their waists. “What classes do you even take? I just realized that I know like, nothing about you at all.”
Jonathan shrugged and pulled a hand through his short, blond hair and pulled on a sweater. “You know, hang out with my friends, study a bunch, the normal stuff.” He shrugged. “Play any videogames?”
Wish I were James Bond
Augh. Skriva manus för serier är tråkigt. Och svårt. Vilken tur att jag inte gör det!
Inte på ett treditionellt sätt i alla fall. Jag väntar tills allt är ritat och får snabb-sketcher av sidorna. Till nästa gång ska jag ha anteckningar från när vi gjorde storyboarden å andra sidan, för jag minns inga ideer som jag fick under processen!
Lyckat värre. Större problem är Ish, eftersom hon har tills på fredag att färglägga sex sidor, något som känns svårt. Hon ska be om uppskov visserligen men... ja. Blir väldigt glad att det inte är hela kapitlet. Kommer lägga upp sidorna här när de är klara, om hon godkänner förstås! Eller länka till dem. I alla fall sista sidan, för det är den som det står mest på.
Vet inte. Det var ett tag sedan jag skrev, men det har inte hänt så mycket. På sätt och vis inte, på sätt och vis har det hänt en hel del, det beror på hur man vill se på saken.
Nu ska jag fortsätta skriva lite.
(Låt: The Coral - Dreaming of you)
Inte på ett treditionellt sätt i alla fall. Jag väntar tills allt är ritat och får snabb-sketcher av sidorna. Till nästa gång ska jag ha anteckningar från när vi gjorde storyboarden å andra sidan, för jag minns inga ideer som jag fick under processen!
Lyckat värre. Större problem är Ish, eftersom hon har tills på fredag att färglägga sex sidor, något som känns svårt. Hon ska be om uppskov visserligen men... ja. Blir väldigt glad att det inte är hela kapitlet. Kommer lägga upp sidorna här när de är klara, om hon godkänner förstås! Eller länka till dem. I alla fall sista sidan, för det är den som det står mest på.
Vet inte. Det var ett tag sedan jag skrev, men det har inte hänt så mycket. På sätt och vis inte, på sätt och vis har det hänt en hel del, det beror på hur man vill se på saken.
Nu ska jag fortsätta skriva lite.
(Låt: The Coral - Dreaming of you)
The truth, I only really wanted
Jag får skylla mig själv när jag snokar djupare än jag borde.
Jag är inte säker här längre.
Go figure.
Jag är inte säker här längre.
Go figure.
