time-honoured banana cheer
fruit is so seaside & utopian. i think i'm pregnant: the nausea doesn't seem to be leaving. i'm a virgin, but i don't trust everyone's usual conception of what 'reality' is, so tomorrow i'm going to creep up to the supermarket & steal myself a pregnancy test. or perhaps i'll get my brother thomas j to. this is very real to me. i feel like there's a comet or a jetplane or a f*cking bomb inside my stomach. but that's just right this second. other times it just feels more gentle and.. there. there are many possibilities here; well three that i can devise:i have been impregnated by aliens, a sense i've had beforei am the virgin mary v2.0my tendency towards dissociation has led me to repress the fact that i really have had sex, or been raped or something.who knows? it's more helpful not to trust my brain, nor any other's. my body is screaming that i am pregnant & pregnant it shall remain. (until of course i do this test & it's quite clear i am just imagining things).i like this place better than e2 because i can say what i want & i don't categorically care which of you established hierarchy 'intellectuals' suspect i have schizophrenia or which of you insist that i am stalking [jaubertmoniker].eroticbetty is my favourite.