Can't even shout, Can't even cry. The Gentlemen are coming by. Looking in windows, knocking on doors. They need to take seven, and they might take yours. Can't call to mom, can't say a word. You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

Dream Girl ,'Bring On The Night'


Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


P.M. Marc - Feb 14, 2007 12:10:57 pm PST #5626 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Cheery, non?

Frightfully familiar, down to the concert effort at burying.

I think I'm the combo of one of the guys/beautiful (as uncomfortable as it makes me to use that particular term, and as much as I feel I need to explain/disclaim the use of it here as particular to the type I get pinned as) freak, depending.


Aims - Feb 14, 2007 12:11:09 pm PST #5627 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Apparently Aimée has opted to steal all the best jokes about her as a preemptory move.

Everything I Know About Self-Preservation I Learned in the Last Ten Minutes of 8 Mile.


sj - Feb 14, 2007 12:11:12 pm PST #5628 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I don't even want to think about what type I am.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - Feb 14, 2007 12:11:51 pm PST #5629 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

cuts WAY THE FUCK BACK on the "A" word

My work is done here.


Pete, Husband of Jilli - Feb 14, 2007 12:13:31 pm PST #5630 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

Frightfully familiar, down to the concert effort at burying.

Wait, are we talking about you, or that little fuzzy cherub, Paul?

gub gub


P.M. Marc - Feb 14, 2007 12:16:01 pm PST #5631 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Wait, are we talking about you, or that little fuzzy cherub, Paul?

Oh, me. I'm the one who tended to kick holes in walls growing up and get into screaming nasty fistfights with my brother.

He and his sis just chased each other with knives.


Aims - Feb 14, 2007 12:17:46 pm PST #5632 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

He and his sis just chased each other with knives.

Well, at least they got it out of their systems right away.


Burrell - Feb 14, 2007 12:18:09 pm PST #5633 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Happy Anniversary, Deena!

To me, types are not so much about the reptilian brain as they are about threading your desire through some kind of cultural narrative. I think that's why, when you name a type, it always feels kinda cliche.

I definitely have a type--boyish, preferably with dark hair--and yes I am married to him.

Am I a type? Probably, though I don't really think of myself that way since I don't think of myself as sexy, and I certainly don't spend my time trying to figure out why some other people out there--notably my husband--do. But he'd type me as the teacher/librarian who let's down her hair, takes off her glasses, and voila!


Pete, Husband of Jilli - Feb 14, 2007 12:18:43 pm PST #5634 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd

See, I didn't get into a lot of fights when I was a kid, but when I did, I NEVER surrendered.


Nora Deirdre - Feb 14, 2007 12:18:56 pm PST #5635 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I'm just aware of what type of crazy I can become when threatened, even if I don't actually have the strength or the frame to pull it off effectively.

Yeah, I fear this also with Tom. I don't fear Tom, but I am pretty sure he's got this going on, and has done a lot a lot of repression to subdue it.