What a Wicked Way to Walk
Jan 29, 2009 Masturbate-able, Random, Thoughts and Perceptions
I have been told that I have a walk. One that can be heard down the hall. I guess you can say I am heavy footed, for lack of a better description.
I like my walk. I especially like my walk when I wear heels.
(pee ess when I saw these shoes I pretty much came in my panties)
Stilettos.
Pumps.
Peep-Toes.
Pointy Toes.
Wedges.
I prefer heels to any other shoe. My feet look prettier in heels than tennis shoes. My soul feels prettier when I am dolled up and my shoes complete the look. I like feeling tall in my heels. They give me this sense of added empowerment. Being that I never wear tennis shoes, except to go to the gym… when I do wear them, I feel as if I am a smaller version of me.
If you are asking where in the hell this random bit of information is coming from… which you probably are, I suppose now is the best time as any to explain myself.
Tonight, as I walked down the overly echoing hallway of the building that my classroom is in, I realized that I love the way my heels sound when I walk. Well, when anyones heels sound when they walk. They click methodically at the pace that I decide. Tonight, for the first time in many days, I slowed my roll and absorbed that familiar sound of my dark purple patent leather pumps making love to the checkered linoleum.
Tennis shoes dont make any noise. They are humble and introverted. Sad even. I know several people who feel exactly the opposite as me; their Puma’s or Converse their signature. That is okay with me, the more sneaker bitches out there, the more pumps on my feet. 
Is it odd that I can honestly say that I believe that shoes are a part of who I am? That in the Webster’s Dictionary of Awesome Individuals… pretty pumps are included in the definition of Wicked?
Even if it is odd or weird or even a little bit coo-coo, I dont really care. I chalk it up to a perfect imperfection. I like that finding a beautiful pair of heels makes my naughty bits tingle a little bit.
Shoe-gasms are real people. I know because I has them.
What interesting fact would Webster’s Dictionary of Awesome Individuals list in its definition of you?
Do you have a __gasm? (Other than an ORGASM) What is it?
Is there a sound that makes you feel good?
Tags: converse, peep toe, puma, pump, shoe-gasm, stilleto, wedge
Dont I Know You From Somewhere?
Jan 29, 2009 Friendship, Plunges, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
I avoid reunions. We discussed this in a previous blog about running into folks from high school. I prefer to keep my associates limited to people who I love and trust. Mainly because I have let myself trust and love the wrong people in my life, and have ended up getting fucked over in the end.
But that is an entirely different story all together.
Anysnobbyfuckingbitch, being that I try so hard to avoid running into people I know, I am constantly doing a double take and asking myself “Do I know that person from somewhere?” Usually, I am dilusional and the person I am gawking at like a creepy creeperson just carry similar mannerisms and features to the person whom I am thinking of.
Sometimes though, I cannot put my finger on the name of the person who I am thinking I am staring at. This happens more than the other, and I always end up asking myself whether or not I should ask that one question: “Do I know you from somewhere?” It would suck to actually find out that I do, but then not know their name or the specifics of the time where we were connected. Especially if the person knows.
Yesterday I walked into the pharmacy and there was a girl there around my age. She was staring at me similarly to the way I stare at people when I think I might know them. It looked as if she too was contemplating approaching me to ask that one question. So I looked at her and smiled… but went about my drug-pick up business.
She did not approach, but as I was leaving I really wondered whether or not I should have taken the plunge and asked that one question. I decided not to, and I am not sure why. I know it wasnt fear or uncomfort socially… you and I both know I do not struggle with either issue… I think that it is because fate has a funny way of working. Who am I to decide who and when someone elses soul touches mine… and of course why.
Do you find yourself recognizing people on the street? Are you an approacher?
When was the last time you have asked ‘that question’? Were you wrong?
Have you ever been approached by a stranger, claiming they knew you? Were they crazy, or right?
Do you think that fate plays a part in soul reconnection with past relationships, friendships, enemies or acquaintances?
Tags: avoidence, connection, do i know you from somewhere?, fate, Friendship, stalker
