just let me hold you and we'll both fall down

sometimes reading books generates intense feelings of sadness or pain because of the truths they not necessarily reveal but rather bring to light. no wrong phrase. that's the same thing. more like force upon you some things that people usually just don't want to face or acknowledge. yeah. middlesex by jeffrey eugenides does that.

slightly pretentious but loaded with taboo. serious with a touch of humour. SEX but without the ESS-EE-ECKS. basically sexified minus the shame in doing so. raw. open. add a bit of science and history and BAM there it is.

honestly, i'd feel pretty scandalous reading this book without the excuse that it's for a class but um. this is coming from a child who only read jack london wolf fictions and a person who's never touched a romance novel in her life. plus the word "sex" is just as severe as "fuck" in this household (ha. ha. see the correlation).

oh. and sex ed.? hell i thought for the longest time oral sex was kissing. imagine what that was like for me when they scrawled across the overhead STDs can be transmitted orally as well right after i'd just seen a young couple making out just outside of class.


was going to continue my d00m part II but it kinda hurts to acknowledge it and no novel's going to force it into my faceee so why not avoid it.

but ohwells. time to go back to school soon. and i still half don't want to. don't want to face my grades. don't want to sit through class. walk the hill. eat the food. wake up before noon.

i mean. having no work whatsoever for the first time since 3rd grade is rather glorious.