clubs and indigence

Is it really selfish of me to want to get my soulmate laser hair removal to make him more easily kissable before putting him through school? Yes, it is. My only excuse is that Doug has really coarse hair and damnably soft skin. I want more of it, but it scratches. He can't shave close enough to ensure that my face will be unchafed at the end of long make-out sessions. It's cutting into my nookie.

This is why I would mostly kiss girls and bishonen at clubs. It was so much fun, getting pretty people to kiss me, just to see if I could. I haven't been clubbing in a year, and I miss it, miss the stamina I used to have from dancing so much and the power-high from seducing every set of stray eyes. I'm not gorgeous, but I look good when I want to. And I learned to dance from ballerinas, strippers, and belly dancers. Whatever that mysterious *it* is, I've got it. I don't use that power, not even to get free drinks, but it's nice to know that I could if I wanted to.

I guess I miss the parts of my life that have to do with the public expression of sexuality, my open comfort with sensuality. I need a new arena for that, now.