…under the right circumstances, my eyes will lock on legs of female Homo Sapiens as well. Hot damn!
Perhaps it’s due to the rare stint of happiness I’m currently experiencing but these past days I’ve been appreciating (much more than usual) the enticing curves bounding female lower extremities. Boo-yah do they ever make me feel alive. If you’re so inclined, happy hour at Chapel is one of several curve-aficionado venues that I’ve discovered; just sit close to (but not at) the bar and you’ll soon discover what I’m talking about.
Since it’s mid-June, female Seattleites can comfortably wear knee-length (or higher) dresses–much to the delight of Seattleite heterosexual males like me. Capitol Hill is the best neighborhood in the city for male women-lovers such as I to spend our summer months. Residing here are beautiful women aplenty, while most resident CH males tend to lie on the more homesexual end of the sexuality spectrum [or, if you’ll forgive the Midnight Cowboy reference, tend “to be them tootie-fruity types”]. Males in California may get exposure to beautiful skin throughout the year but they can’t appreciate freshly-exposed girl-skin the way us northerners do…being that we’ve been deprived of it for nine months or more.
Perhaps I feel free to engage in such extravagances right now. That grant on which I worked my butt off three months ago will not be funded this go ’round, but the score I received is certainly nothing to be ashamed of, especially after eight years of the Bush-mandated-“scientists-go-fuck-yourselves”-climate of research funding. [Bushboy’ll get his just desserts in “his afterlife” so I won’t waste characters bashing him here].
Anyway, I know this post has the capacity to offend. I certainly don’t mean it to do so. I’m just recording my present experience for my future reflection.
