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Britni TheVadgeWig
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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This Cannot Be My Life, I Am Not A Real Person
I apologize for the lack of an HNT this week, but I had a rough night last night…
About a week ago, Jo and I went to our friend’s house to hang out and drink a little. I had forgotten about Cape Boy, a guy that I used to hang out with sporadically last year. I had always thought he was cute, so we started talking, hit it off, and I brought him home with me. That was last Thursday. Monday night he came back to get some clothing that he had left here, and we ended up talking for 5 hours. I’m very excited about him, but I’m trying not to think about it because we’ve only hung out three times.
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Cut to last night. I had text messaged Cape Boy earlier in the day. The text said:
“What’s on your agenda tonight? I think that mine needs to include vodka and touching people inappropriately.”
He wrote back that it sounded like a plan, and we met at my house. We had a really good night and we were having really amazing sex when TM,TM,TL walked into my apartment and into my room. During sex. Seriously, that doesn’t happen. It happens in movies, except in the move TM,TM,TL comes back with a gun and shoots Cape Boy.
TM,TM,TL freaked out upstairs, screaming, stomping. He was stomping so hard that a shelf fell off of my wall. Sigh. Oops. That’s what you get for just walking into someone’s fucking apartment without calling or knocking.