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Founder of Dong Inc. /// Aging party girl, with BPD and a warped imagination

All Dem Boys

There I sat on my Nightmare Before Christmas bedspread, pondering how to spend my Saturday evening in Athens, OH. It was Homecoming weekend at Ohio University, and I really wanted to party. However, I was new to the school and only had one friend, my roommate who was working that night, so I had no one to meet uptown until…

Out of nowhere, I received a text from a boy named Grey. “We are at the Pub. Join us,” it read. I had no idea whom Grey was. All I knew was what my roommate told me – He was a boy I made out with at the bar the night before. I assumed Grey had to be somewhat cute or I wouldn’t have given him my number, so I told him I’d meet him there.

“I’m wearing a white jacket,” he said after I admitted I didn’t remember what he looked like. Seems legit, I thought.

I didn’t have a ride uptown, so I asked Mark, the boy I had been “seeing” the past few weeks, to drive me. Given that I had just moved to Athens a month prior, I was desperate for attention. Mark, though annoyingly normal – literally, he was the most normal person I’ve ever met – temporarily gave me the attention I needed. He, of course, agreed to drive me uptown. I did feel a touch of guilt for having my current love interest drive me to meet up with my new love interest, but honestly, if you knew how normal Mark was, you’d do the same thing.

The Pub was jam-packed when I arrived, and I didn’t even know where to begin looking for my mystery man, so I decided to blend in with the crowd by waiting in line for a drink. In doing so, I noticed an open seat at the bar.

“Is this seat taken?” I asked the super sexy boy sitting next to it. He said no, so I sat down and introduced myself. For the next hour or so, the sexy boy and I discussed hairy chests, nipple hair, butt hair, weird sexual experiences, facial moles and other odd, unflattering topics most people would probably not discuss with someone they just met.

Things seemed to be going well, and after 10 whiskey drinks, we were ready to hit the dance floor. But first, we had to relieve our bladders. We pushed open the door to the disgusting men’s restroom, which had only one urinal and one toilet with no toilet seat. I squatted over the toilet bowl while he used the urinal. When we finished, the sexy boy surprised me by getting down on one knee, pulling out an imaginary ring and asking me to marry him. Of course, I said yes, and it was time to celebrate.

On the dance floor, we grinded all up on each other and sloppily made out. When I got bored with that, I jumped up in one of the wooden booths and showed everyone in the bar my twerking skills. I used one of the booth’s posts as my stripper pole, and inevitably, pulled my tits out for the world to see.

“I have to pee,” I exclaimed mid-performance and jumped down from the booth. The sexy boy agreed to wait for me while I used the restroom. However, when I got back, he was gone. The sexy boy ditched me! I laughed hysterically and ventured outside to check out another bar scene.

About a block away, I ran into this unattractive – but very nice – boy named Nathan, who let me stay at his apartment a few weeks prior. I had locked myself out of my apartment and had idea what to do, so I just sat on the steps outside the main office and cried. Nathan saw me and invited me to stay with him for the night. I raided his refrigerator and passed out in his bed.

Now, Nathan invited me to join he and his friends, who were walking down the street to a bar called Broneys. Of course, I was down – I had no one else to hang out with.

However, as soon as we got there, I ran into Lucas, a very cute boy from one of my Psychology classes. I pulled his head toward mine, and we drunkenly ate each other’s faces. When the bar closed, I got his number.

Nathan was very upset that I kissed Lucas in front of him. He, for some reason, expected me to sleep with him that night, even though I never showed any interest at all. Nevertheless, he still gave me a ride home… and bitched the entire way.

The next day, I met up with Lucas. We got drunk, he cooked me dinner, and then we banged. I stayed the night at his house, which was FREEZING because he and his roommate were seeing how long they could go before turning on the heat for the winter. Thanks to that, I got sick – very sick, and later that week, normal Mark had to take me to the university’s health clinic. I ended my relationships with both of those fellows shortly after.

Now, you might be wondering what ever happened with Grey, the boy I was originally supposed to meet up with at the Pub. Well, we eventually met up… and then dated for 10 months. HA! He was awesome.


Forgotten

I just don’t belong, I am the forgotten one.
You may try to convince me otherwise.
But your actions speak louder than your words.
This happens all too often.
They say they like me, they consider me a friend.
Every time, I fall for it. Every single time.
But you can’t call someone a friend, and not make plans with them.
You can’t call someone a friend, and never reach out.
And I know they have the time, they can put forth the effort.
I see them making plans with other friends, I see them reaching out.
People. They treat me differently.
They say one thing, but do another.
And why?
Why even call me their friend? Why even feed me those lies?
If they really do consider me a friend, why don’t they show me they care?
Why don’t they hang out with me? Why don’t they reach out?
I try hard not to make a big deal of it, I try hard to shrug it off.
I’m an adult, I don’t need friends. I tell myself.
But it hurts.
It hurts to see them hang out with other friends. It hurts to see them reach out.
…The way they said they would with me.
So what is wrong with me?
Do I not deserve their attention? Their effort? Their time?
My life feels empty without friends.
But no one seems to care. No one cares at all.
I just don’t belong, I am the forgotten one.


Ugly

Ugly…
The first word that pops in my head when I look in the mirror.
Is that not normal? Is that not the same for you?
If it is, how do you hide your self-hatred so well?
How do you feel so comfortable showing off your body?

I wish I could be like you.
I wish I could feel comfortable getting dolled up, taking photos of myself.
But I don’t.
Instead I hide my womanly features, I hide from the camera.
Why?
If I put effort into my appearance, people will think I think I look good, and then judge me for still being ugly.
Sounds silly, right?
I know, but I can’t even look in the mirror in a public restroom out of fear that other women will see me freshening up my look, and then judge me for even trying when there is nothing I can do to look pretty.
Same goes for photos.

Don’t get me wrong. I take selfies, but I feel weird sharing them.
I feel weird looking at them.
I just don’t feel special enough, I don’t feel worthy.
All I see is flaw after flaw after flaw.
And I dread when my friends want to take photos with me.
I always look so ugly compared to them.
It depresses me.
But still I take photos with them, to make them happy.

I hate that I feel this way. I wish I could get past it.
I always try to convince myself that I am beautiful, but it’s hard.
How can I believe such a thing when there is no proof?
Rarely do I receive compliments on my looks.
My mom always told me that’s because no one compliments the pretty girl.
I know that’s not true.

And so what if I am really ugly?
What’s wrong with that?
Why can’t I accept it and own it?
Why can’t I just be comfortable in my own skin?

My biggest regret so far is that I’ve never learned to love myself.
I took my youth for granted, I wasted it feeling insecure and ashamed.
And now that chapter in my life is over.
It sucks.
But I guess all I can do now is pick up the pieces and try.
Try to see beauty through my doubt.
I just don’t know if it’s possible.
No matter what I do, when I look in the mirror, all I see is ugly.
…Ugly.


Traveling Trucker Whores

“Ugh, what the fuck,” Jaimi cursed, as she ran a small black comb through the dried jizz that matted her hair. She had just finished with one of her regulars – the one who was notorious for pulling out and cumming on her face (and inevitably in her hair) whether she wanted him to or not.

“Mother fucker,” she blurted, as the door to the otherwise empty bathroom flung open. In walked a stocky young woman in a tight yellow dress.

“Well, aren’t you a looker,” said the woman. Jaimi threw her comb into the sink and turned around.

“Excuse me?” She asked.

“You’re pretty,” answered the woman. “I like your hair. I wish mine flowed like yours.” It’s true, Jaimi did have long golden locks. Even matted, her hair looked much healthier than the woman’s poorly colored pixie cut. “My name is Wrigley. Do you need help?”

“Wrigley? What kind of name is that?” Jaimi quizzed.

“My parents wanted a dog,” the woman responded. “Do you want some help or not?” Without a word, Jaimi picked the comb up out of sink and handed it to Wrigley, who immediately started brushing. “So, what are you doing in a rest area bathroom with jizz in your hair?”

“I work here,” Jaimi replied and pointed to the stack of $20 bills sticking out of her purse. “What are you doing in a rest area bathroom helping a stranger?”

“I just hitched a ride with a trucker. Told him to drop me off here,” Wrigley smirked. “I guess we’re in the same line of work… I just get around more.”

“You mean you’re a traveling trucker whore?” Jaimi asked.

“I have to be. Let’s just say my signature move isn’t always well received,” Wrigley grinned.

“What? What does – “ Jaimi tried to respond, but Wrigley cut her off before she could finish.

“C’mon, I’ll show you!” She squealed. She threw Jaimi’s comb back in the sink and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her out of the bathroom.

Outside it was dark, and the headlights from a couple semi-trucks parked nearby made it hard to see. Wrigley scoured the area.

“Over there!” She yelled, letting go of Jaimi’s arm and pointing to a large bald man leaning against his truck. “Let’s go.”

Wrigley scrunched up her hair and wiped her mouth. She stuck her chest out and strutted toward the man. Jaimi adjusted her boobs in her little black dress and followed close behind.

“Hello handsome. Ever get a blowie from two girls at once?” Wrigley got straight to the point, which impressed Jaimi. The man looked them both up and down.

“Well hello to you too. How much?” He inquired, licking his lips.

“Hundred bucks,” Wrigley answered. Hundred bucks? Jaimi was even more impressed.

“Hmm,” the man pondered, then pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to Wrigley. “This better be worth it,” he said. Wrigley grabbed his hand and led him to the woods behind the rest area bathrooms. Jaimi again followed close behind.

“Lie down and take off your pants,” Wrigley demanded. She could sense the man’s hesitation. “It will be better this way. I promise,” she smiled and winked.

“Anything for you, darling,” the man chuckled and did as he was told. After he got down and lay half naked on the leaf-covered ground, Wrigley spit on his dick and got to work. She massaged the head with her tongue, before making the whole thing disappear in her mouth. The man groaned.

Jaimi got down on her hands and knees too, and began fondling the man’s balls. She leaned in closer, tickling the sack with her tongue.

“Oh my God, this is totally worth it. You ladies got me ready to nut already,” the man moaned louder and louder. “Oh shit, here it comes!” He wailed and came in Wrigley’s mouth. She swallowed.

“Wowee, you all are some talented young women. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that fast from head. I am definitely coming back to this rest area again soon.” As the man rambled on, still lying half naked on the ground trying to catch his breath, Wrigley pulled out a small tube of super glue from between her boobs.

“Let me just give it one more kiss,” Wrigley giggled. She caressed the man’s dick with one hand and gave it a tiny peck on the head. Then in a blink of an eye, she took the super glue in her other hand and squirted it in the man’s pee hole.

“What, what the fuck was that?!” The man screeched. “What the fuck did you just do to me?!” He reached down and felt the tip of his dick. “Did you, did you do what I think you just did?! Why you little whore!”

 “Fuck you and your cock!” Wrigley hollered. “Let’s get out of here!” She yelled to Jaimi, and the two of them went running out of the woods while the man scrambled to his feet, trying to run and pull up his pants at the same time.

“I’ll get you, you bitch!” The man screamed after them.

“Come and get me, baby!” Wrigley shouted and blew a kiss back at the man. “There! He’s leaving. Let’s get in his truck!” She urged, pointing to a semi-truck getting ready to pull out of the rest area. She and Jaimi bolted toward it. Wrigley opened the passenger door.

“Please sir, please help us! There’s someone after us!” she cried, and before the driver could answer, she and Jaimi climbed in and slammed the door shut behind them. “Thank you, sir, thank you so much.”

“Let’s get you out of here,” the driver insisted and shifted the gear into drive.

As the semi-truck rolled away, Wrigley and Jaimi could see the man in their rearview mirror frantically searching the rest area for them. They looked at each other and laughed, both recognizing this was the start of a beautiful friendship.


Nothing Makes Sense

I am in love with you. You say you are in love with me too. You say you are. You say. You are.

Are you? Are you in love with me too? I want to believe that you are, but we just met. What the fuck? We just met.

How can we already be in love? That makes no sense. No fucking sense. Nothing makes sense though, so who cares if it doesn’t make sense. Right?

The moment I saw your face, I was drawn to you. I was in love. Before you even said hello, I knew I needed you. I was in love.

Either one of us could fall out of love at any moment. We don’t know each other. This could all be just a figment of our imaginations – my imagination. Not real love.

I don’t believe it though. I know we just met, but I don’t believe it. My feelings are real. Your feelings are real. This is real love. This has to be real love.

I’ve never felt anything like this. I think about you all the time. Constantly. Never again will I think about anything else. Even if I wanted to, my mind is stuck on you.

The moment I saw your face, my life was changed forever. I was in love. Before you even said hello, I knew my life depended on you. I was in love.