Author: thetravellingjew

[FM] hatefacefucking at the comedy show, a love letter

(Sent to me by old fwb)

*A few days til I can post. No problem. Maybe it will give me more time to regain lucidity and delete this all.*—

“I can’t make decisions for you,” you said. Fine. I gave my phone to my friends and told them to make it instead. They fumbled with it.

“You need a fucking iPhone,” Kim lamented.

“God, who even uses an Android anymore?” Skye grabbed the phone from Kim.

“It’s a MOTOROLA,” I cried. A Motorola that belonged to my boyfriend.

“No more Josh,” Skye concluded, handing me back the phone. “Deleted, blocked, and out of your life.”

I groaned into the blanket, clutching the bottle of Bombay Blue that I wasn’t able to choke down.

“Thank you. But I want him.”

“He gets off on seeing you play the game,” Kim said, rubbing my arm. “This is what men do.”

“Plus, he’s probably ugly anyway.” Skye laughed. “After all, after seeing that other guy, I don’t know if I trust your taste…” She was talking about the boy we had walked by in the cafeteria, who I had sucked off two years ago, and who was SUPPOSED to be far away in Philly. Read more »

I’m married but play with myself to the thought of him [FM]

I sat in the empty classroom, stunned. The coldness of the metal was in stark contrast to the warmth that spread through my body, emanating from somewhere deep inside. I looked down again at the phone in my hand. The words on the screen stared back at me, completely unashamed.

It had been a while since I had thought about one of those days, the ones where I used to languish in the warmth of another person’s unfamiliar presence. Back then, much of my life revolved around chasing that feeling, a combination of a nervous anticipation and desperate lust.

The story I had just read was semi-autobiographical and infuriatingly sexy. Josh has always had a sense of confidence that I’d admired. It seemed like whatever he wanted, he did; he laughed when he wanted to laugh and had no problem recognizing his own achievements. The first few times I met him, he came across as confident- cocky nearly to the point of machismo. He always knew exactly what he desired. And I wanted nothing more than to please him. Read more »