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By darwin Date: 2004 Aug 10 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.10.13.59.19424]] |
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i haven't had a needle piercing me in years. when i used to wear my identity in the silver stud in my nose, the ring in my eyebrow, and the tattoos painting my body. i remember the first tattoo I got. I was 18 and a virgin. And this was how I was going to start exploring the world. I had already started, reading the luscious vampiric sex scenes in Anne Rice novels. It only took books to get me wet back then. I stepped into the tattoo shop by myself. Prim and proper from my years as a private school girl. Make up minimal and still had the watery pool of hope welling in my eyes. I chose a sedate little butterfly with black spirals above and below it, for the small of my back. He had dreads, and unwashed clothes. I could smell him before I saw him. And he was going to touch me. It was the most excruciating pain that I had felt to that point. and nobody was ever going to see it. but then I lost my virginity. to an ass hole a thousand miles away. and he wanted to see my butterfly, fly. and fly it did, all the way back home to Wisconsin. |