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Mar. 29th, 2003 10:03 pmRead a LiveJournal entry where the author saw a couple kissing and the girl was a tiny "pixiedust girl". Boy kept looking at the girl like he truly loved her. Author felt/observed that the pixie girl represented Love. The author was jealous because she was Sex, that when men looked at her, all they saw was Sex, and why couldn't she [the author] be Love, why could [the author] be only Sex? It intrigued me. Made me think.
In my circle of friends and especially to everyone else, strangers in bars clubs on the streets, I am the Love PixieGirl, but I am also the Sex Pixie, because while they think of loving me, they also think I'd be a "tight ride". A guy in college said that after he told me I was "like water" when he kissed me. He had me on his lap in the dark theater of the Humanities building, and when he kissed me I melted backwards so I almost slid off him--fluid, soft and boneless, completely submissive, taking and taking and underneath.
He told me I kissed like I was made of water, and that I'd be a tight ride. When I was fourteen, an older boy told me he loved me and wanted to marry me, on our very first date. After that I went love-frozen. Adam had to thaw me out six years later.
One friend, a friend with whom I have established a strong trust, who took a long time to see me as such a friend, commented in my latest LJ post that I was a "rather fetching waif-like midget-elf...I say we keep you"--and this person is very hard to please. This is one of the greatest compliments I have been paid. It shows me that even if I am water I am no longer submissive and underneath; I am fluid enough to move on my own, over around through my obstacles, that I don't need to be ridden but can now ride.
You can be Sex and Love both to anyone if you let them see both sides.
Francesca Lia Block. "Echo" is my favorite book now. Influential angels.
In my circle of friends and especially to everyone else, strangers in bars clubs on the streets, I am the Love PixieGirl, but I am also the Sex Pixie, because while they think of loving me, they also think I'd be a "tight ride". A guy in college said that after he told me I was "like water" when he kissed me. He had me on his lap in the dark theater of the Humanities building, and when he kissed me I melted backwards so I almost slid off him--fluid, soft and boneless, completely submissive, taking and taking and underneath.
He told me I kissed like I was made of water, and that I'd be a tight ride. When I was fourteen, an older boy told me he loved me and wanted to marry me, on our very first date. After that I went love-frozen. Adam had to thaw me out six years later.
One friend, a friend with whom I have established a strong trust, who took a long time to see me as such a friend, commented in my latest LJ post that I was a "rather fetching waif-like midget-elf...I say we keep you"--and this person is very hard to please. This is one of the greatest compliments I have been paid. It shows me that even if I am water I am no longer submissive and underneath; I am fluid enough to move on my own, over around through my obstacles, that I don't need to be ridden but can now ride.
You can be Sex and Love both to anyone if you let them see both sides.
Francesca Lia Block. "Echo" is my favorite book now. Influential angels.