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Cosey Mo aka Spikey Kat aka Feronia has been a poster on ACG since late 1997, and a founding member of the Drunk Poets Society. Originally from Sydney and currently residing in Melbourne. She is a great lover of old leather jackets and good bone structure. Personal website at: http://iam.bmezine.com/iam.exe?Feroniai
Yes, I see you Cassandra. Shakin' that ass, hoping to be taken home. Pretending somebody cares.
Somebody loved you once?.. or did he? Which one was he?How she would like to be one of those robotic males. The way they can be so close to someone and then recoil and rescind and behave as if it had never happened. How she would truly like that. To remain unblemished by each encounter.
A clean slate every time would be most useful. But her lovers melt one into another. And she does compare them - dick-size and all, in spite of how taboo the activity is purported to be. Comments about dick-size are all we are really left with these days. At least the boys understand the insult even if it means next to nothing to us.
She would love to be free of the salty wind blowing over the cuts in her arms that the present lover, as expected, did not notice. It's amazing how little a 'lover' will notice of their partner. But of course lovers and Casual Fucks don't go to bed with you. (Who the hell do you think you are?) They go to bed with a fantasy. Should the lover stay around for a while then they have the 'right' to start railing against all the evidence of who you are that contradicts their fantasy. Come to think of it, spouses will do that as well.
Eventually we are all bad props or insolent actors. You cannot win this game. Play your part and you won't get hurt. Well not consciously anyway.
You will have your face pushed sideways into the pillow while he plays out his alpha male rape fantasies which involve not seeing your goddamned FACE. Did he not bother telling you about this beforehand? The issue of consent will never enter into it unless you make a show of being BDSM-literate and a feminist. So when it happens, at least you could say that it was just all part of the game and you won't have wandered into any such cruel awareness of his true nature. Or your's. Should you find yourself there and be so foolish as to speak of it, the counter-argument goes that it was your own fault for bringing up such subjects and inflaming these illicit passions within him. What is a poor boy to do?
He won't care for who or what you are or the machinations of your muddled heart if you don't care for his need to be both the harmless boy-next-door and your cave-man/master/criminal.
A fine line to tread, indeed, but we can do it gels.
Just follow his cues and agree with everything he says, and above all never say that his angry ex-girlfriend was anything other than a psychotic hose-beast. Especially if he threatens to believe what she said in those final moments. She obviously didn't have your finesse for carrying-off the pretence all the way through the 'relationship' and well into the break-up. She was probably just like the old Cassandra and bloody-well deserved everything she got. Doesn't she know that a relationship takes work and commitment and such kindness that he will never be threatened in any way at all? Boys are fragile creatures, you know. To expect anything more is simply unfair, unreasonable and above all, unloving.