*DISCLAIMER: If you are a stalker-type individual, Assclown, Ass-monkey, Dicknozzle or some other variation of a socially dysfunctional Ass-hat, reading this blog will cause your retinas to burn straight through the back of your head. Consider yourself warned.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

I Failed. I Did Not Die.

"She shouldn't be doing this! She should be home in bed dying..."

No. You didn't really say that and of course you never would.

Of course it is simply your worry for me and your inability to cope with intense situations.

Your fear that I will die and how that will be thrown upon you to deal with.

But still...

Screw you that I should be home in bed dying instead of riding my bike and living.

Did you really mean to say that out loud?

They were listening.

Every day that I fail on my bike is still another day that I lived to do it.

Fuck you.

I fell apart in the middle of a race. You fell apart in the middle of your life.

...At least I did it. I didn't stand on the sidelines worrying about me.

There is no "what if...?".

I know how I would do in a fast fucking race, because I did it!

I failed. I did not die. You did. Or maybe you were already dead.

"Don't beat yourself up", you said.

I don't have to. That's why I have you.

You pretended to support me while they watched you falling apart as your contempt for my sport became clear.

Where was the truth?

Why did you come?

I failed in a race. You failed me.

Poor you. Poor you who must worry about poor little fragile me.

I did not fail because I should have been at some other place.

I did not fail because I did not feel well.

I simply failed.

I failed. I did not die.

...and I am thrilled about it!

Monday, April 7, 2008

Michael Trent Madone

You knew it was coming.

You knew if I had to name my bike, he would be named Michael Trent (Trent for short).

How could you not know?

As I climb up on him and start grinding away, I hear "Closer" playing in my head...

*gets scary, dreamy-eyed look as eyes glaze over and breathing shallows*

Yes Tent, I wanna f*ck you like an animal...!

Yes I do.

I took you and rode you in the hot sun. Felt my skin heat up as I dripped sweat upon your body.

...And I will gain. When I get home...

Right at this moment I am longing to run my fingers over your sleekness. Thinking of you hard between my legs.

I am saddened by having to lock you away in my trunk so that no one else will take you. Touch you. Look at you....

Ummmm...hmmmmm...I was talking to you again, wasn't I...?

*sigh*

"They" wouldn't understand...