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Someones_Muse
Age. 31
Gender. Female
Ethnicity. A European Medley!
Location Radomyshl, Ukraine
School. Seattle Pacific Univ
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A Tweeting Twitter Twit, I am.
Cal-y


November 2019

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I Miss the Nineties
Wednesday. 11.21.07 9:08 pm


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Speak Up, Speak Out
Monday. 11.12.07 2:54 pm
I cannot read minds.

No one I know can.

Due to this obvious fault in creation, I try to be as transparent as possible. If I have unmet needs, if I have wishes, if I have problems, I will let you know.

I understand the occasional value of holding my tongue, but it is my naive opinion that most people would rather know, and make a personal decision from there.

My roommate, on the other hand, does not seem to value transparency. Even when I tell her, point-blank, that I want her to speak up if she is uncomfortable having my boyfriend around our apartment, she won't. She says she's totally cool with him, then the moment he knocks on the door, she retreats to her room. It makes T2 very self-conscious.

So what do we do? Hang out at his place, or go out to a Starbucks. Awkward problem solved, right? But this doesn't please her either. She gives me this sad puppy look whenever I grab my coat. She even told one of our other friends that she feels like she's being ditched when I go out with him. Great. At least she's honest with someone. Now if only she'd help me out a little.

These are the solutions I came up with:

1. Invite Roommate on the occasional Starbucks date with the two of us so that she can get to know him better.

2. Reserve a regular roommate bonding night that we will always spend together without T 2.

3. FIND HER A MAN.

Any other suggestions? Similar situations?

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I heart Turkey
Monday. 11.5.07 9:38 pm
Ok? Are you ready for this? Your first glimpse at my Tiny Turk (my roommate and I call him T2, because we're mean like that)? You are? Ok, here you go.



Wow... I didn't think I was even going to give this guy a second date... but something really clicked for us, and it's absolutely amazing to get to spend time with him.

Yesterday, we spent the day with a bunch of his friends, visiting Snoqualmie Falls and just driving around the Eastside. It was fabulous. I pretty much adore all of them. I don't care what the Greeks say, I am sold on Turkey.

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A Little Appreciation, Long Overdue
Saturday. 10.27.07 5:53 pm
Ladies and Gentlemen: I am in love.

I am in love with my vulva.

If that word makes you uncomfortable, you should probably stop reading now, because there's no going back from here.

I want out onto my balcony right now and scream it. I'm absolutely, unapologetically in love with my snatch/cunt/beaver/pussy/box/vajayjay/coochie/twat/etc. Let's see how many parental filters block me now.

Maybe this seems a little strange to you, but in a way, what could be more natural? The most hidden, private, sensual part of a woman's body, and also one of the most utilitarian. It's like a freakin' Swiss Army knife. And it's all mine. I can't believe I never took the time to consider it before.

Ladies, take a minute to appreciate what you've got. See if I'm not right.

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Oh the awkwardness
Friday. 10.26.07 12:43 pm
I want to tell you everything.

Yes you, the perfect stranger reading this.

I thrive on disclosure.

I want to tell you everything.

Even if you don't actually exist.

You're real enough to me.

I want to tell you everything,
but I can't.

Because I am also very private,
and I can't afford to be judged.

I can't afford to be judged by people,
or should I say, a person.

I mistakenly allowed my sanctuary to be violated,
and now I feel like I have a sock stuck down my throat.

I can't be honest with you,
or better, through you,
because I'm not ready to be honest with this person.

If I could effectively block non-members from this blog, I would.

And once again, I would open myself up to you.

I want to tell you everything.



Mom, if you are reading this, please finish this entry, then stop.

I need this.

I love you, and I need a shelter,
and you cannot be that shelter for me.

I love you.

So much.

But I can't talk to you.

I have never been able to talk to you.

I am trying to talk to you now.

I love you.

If you try to talk to me about this later,
I will be too afraid talk to you again.

I will flee from you.

I am being honest here, because I am always honest here.

But this is as honest as it will get between you and me.

Respect me as the independent adult I am.

Respect me, and I will try to trust you better.

Please don't come back to this site.

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Turkish Delight
Sunday. 10.21.07 3:20 pm
Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected.

If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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