witty-remark's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - I’m getting older. My ability to wield desire over men like marionette strings has disintegrated . I know what it feels like to disappear into a crowd while wishing with every aching fibre of my being to be seen. Yearning to evoke the discomfort of long stares and licked lips, adjusted belts and groped dicks. But instead I’m looked through — the storefront reflection you notice just to adjust your hair and straighten your collar. I am of a certain age. And I am aged certainly. And I certainly know I will look back at this with resentment for how young and stupid I was now. 9:53 p.m. - Wednesday, Jul. 13, 2022 |
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