of wearing skirts and other things

Something really strange happened this week.

I am frantically looking for something to wear and the pants I wanted to wear this particular day could not be found. Rather I was super lazy to find them at 6 o'clock in the morning. Anyhow, that being said I wear a skirt.

I think I should begin with the fact that I very very very rarely wear a dress or a skirt. I rock up to work in a skirt and that's when a series of strange events began to happen.
I walk into the office and the first colleague I meet is perplexed at the fact that I have a skirt on and I am looking all girly and dolled up. The office care taker proceeds to tell me that today I am on a mission to and I quote "confuse the men in the office."  Another colleague who barely ever talks or rather never talks to me unless it is business related had moments all day where he kept on telling me how he wants us to go on a "date" and two days later keeps telling me how he felt about the turn down on the day I wore a skirt. This among many other unexpected reactions was the rule of the day.

This brings me to my current quagmire. If you met me very many things would go through your head but gay is simply not one of them. I am not the stereotypical dyke. I do not look like a stereotypical gay girl and therefore I have developed mitigation mechanisms...which are clearly not working. Heck! I cut my fucking hair just so that I could look a bit more dyke-like but clearly this is not working out very well for me....lol!!!

I do not know to be a rough Nairobi dyke like a certain group of lesbians in the city. I cannot be caught dead in baggy t-shirts and sagging pants and with my big booty having a bounce-like walk is not at all flattering....lol!!!! I like my eye liner and mascara and painted toe nails but in strict sense I am not femme nor am I butch. I am a confusing look. Confusing to the people around me who I have not told that I am gay.
I am not closeted but at the same time I don't not a false sense of guilt to come out to people who do not matter to me.

Skirts have clearly drawn attention that I did not fore see coming. What to do with that unwanted attention is the question...because to be honest. I do not want it.

Wishes...

If I could wish upon a star,
I would be a star,
If wishes were horses,
I would be a beggar,
If wishes were light,
I would bask in it's glory,
If wishes were priced,
I would sell my soul,
If wishes were prayer,
I would lick the Most High's toes,
If wishes were song,
I would sing so hard my throat slits,
If wishes were strength,
WWE would be my arena,
If wishes were sex,
My twart would drip endless wet,
If wishes could take this pain away,
I would wish upon a star....

I like to dream

I like to dream,
The fantasy,
The nighmare,
The sweet,
The ugly,
The sad,
The blurry,
I like to dream,
Because all the grim,
Goes away,
All the tears stop to flow,
Once I awake,
The nasty stays at bay,
Only in my sleep,
I like to dream,
I escape,
To lala land,
A place only in the figment of imagination,
I like to dream,
Only this dream is real,
I want to open my eyes,
All the grim to go away,
My eyes are wide open though,
So open I can't dream,
Take me away sleep,
To lala land,
Let me not awake,
Because I like to dream!

Yeeeees!Loooord!Hoooooney!!!!!!

All of Me

That feeling of a  pit,
Right at the bottom of my stomach,
That skip of a beat,
Right at the center of my heart,
That tingle,
In my knees,
That shake,
In my hands
That feeling of elation,
On the whole of my body,
That feeling of darkness,
But the bright,
The light,
Shines,
Shines through my eyes,
She makes me believe,
Believe that love does exist,
That there could be that one,
That one person who makes life liveable again,
Who makes even an ice queen like me,
Melt away,
A human being who has leaves you with no inhibition,
The kind that I want to give,
All of me,
The good,
But mostly the broken,
The beautifully broken...

Imaginary friends

Damn it!!!!

my dry spell has a dry spell...

Body like a blessing when she undresses in front of me,
Her lips touch mine,
A slow passionate dance of our tongues,
The occasional clink of her tongue ring,
The slow caress on my back,
Her perky breasts press against me,
Her nipples hard,
So hard they feel like they could pierce my body,
My hands wander,
Playing with her luscious breasts,
Tiptoe to kiss her again,
Her lips fluffy like a cloud,
She teases,
Slight lick,
Kiss,
Nibble,
Pink velvet throbbing,
Her tongue,
God Bless her tongue,
Eating me out like she owns it,
The ring,
Body twitching,
Like I gatz me some epilepsy,
Trying to muffle my moan,
Pussy juices flowing,
Holy fuck,
I'm coming,
Fuck!babe harder!harder!faster!
I climax.....