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"To the straight guy at the party last night".

I shouldn't be laughing as hard as I am.

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fred_bear
Jun. 21st, 2010 08:44 am (UTC)
Hilarious! :)
ethanthescribe
Jun. 21st, 2010 08:55 am (UTC)
Most amusing. :D

I've long since learned not to make any assumptions about anyone's sexuality...

persephone_20
Jun. 21st, 2010 09:54 am (UTC)
Why not? I was! :D
lirion
Jun. 21st, 2010 01:11 pm (UTC)
Oh I dunno, I certainly did when I saw it and shared it, and in fact every time I reread it :-)
kingtheseus
Jun. 21st, 2010 01:37 pm (UTC)
Amusing yes. I have to wonder why he was trying to assert himself so aggressively... he really wasn't doing himself any favours.
elfs
Jun. 21st, 2010 03:26 pm (UTC)
He doesn't know that.
normalcyispasse
Jun. 21st, 2010 02:25 pm (UTC)
Ha. I'd love to see that scene unfold.
elfs
Jun. 21st, 2010 03:26 pm (UTC)
Why not? I laughed pretty damn hard myself. "You are not, in fact, irresistible." Ain't that the truth.
neko_seraph
Jun. 22nd, 2010 12:25 am (UTC)
Oh totally. I feel like asking guys like that, "You know all that luck you don't have with women? What the hell makes you think it'll be any different for guys?!?"
neko_seraph
Jun. 22nd, 2010 12:24 am (UTC)
Oh I know, I loved that - read it yesterday morning, it totally made my Monday liveable.
towkarn
Jun. 22nd, 2010 04:05 am (UTC)
I LOVE IT! <3 BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
fengshuiguy
Jun. 22nd, 2010 08:39 am (UTC)
Priceless!
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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