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Sep. 23rd, 2004 08:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darklunaA long time ago I wrote on paper I'm a writer first and a human being second, if at all.
But I've never quite felt this. This weird tangle of writing frustration and sexual frustration such that I honestly couldn't tell you whether I want Valor or someone real (and if someone real, who?). Or if I just want to write about it.
Pent up is the phrase. And the words that would spill out of me if they could seem to come from the same place as the longing I'd feel for that someone I don't know, if only I could feel it.
Floodgates need to open and I don't think I have the key anymore.
But I've never quite felt this. This weird tangle of writing frustration and sexual frustration such that I honestly couldn't tell you whether I want Valor or someone real (and if someone real, who?). Or if I just want to write about it.
Pent up is the phrase. And the words that would spill out of me if they could seem to come from the same place as the longing I'd feel for that someone I don't know, if only I could feel it.
Floodgates need to open and I don't think I have the key anymore.
