tight ass
if i said right here...if i said...oh...that i had a tight ass, what would you think? that my ass is tight? that i've got a boyfriend whose ass is tight? that this boyfriend's ass is drunk? or that this boyfriend is a cheapskate? perhaps that a former boyfriend's ass was tight, or that he liked to drink, or that he squeezed pennies hard enough to make copper-colored paint? or maybe that i used to be married or gay, and all the aforementioned angles belong to this other person, this former squeeze? could it mean that i had a one-nighter with someone with one or all of the aformentioned characteristics? or does it mean, simply, that i'm mean?
hm.
it could be that i used to have a tight ass but don't anymore. it could be that i am an anal-retentive type whose ass could or could not be really really tight and/or really really drunk and/or really really cheap and/or really really--well, not soooo really--mean.
but the truth is...well, now that i bring it up, i'm almost embarrassed to admit it. b/c the admission would make me horn-blower, a tattletale, a has-been, a divorcee, a girl who goes around looking for or creating or demolishing or wearing tight asses. and what the hell do you do with that kind of info?
i mean, it could change in a day, with the input of new information. that the ass i think is so tight really isn't b/c my understanding is based on info i currently hold--or info i think you base your decisions on--while new information could refute it, turn it over, spank it. this new information could show that a tight ass is a touch tighter, or that a tight ass was acting like a tight ass to counteract his/her girlfriend's, wife's, lover's (i.e., my) spending habit. maybe this person wasn't a tight ass, but a thinker of the future who secretly and unbeknownced to me spent crazy money on a food-binging habit, drugs, kookoo for-pay sex, a therapist, a secret collection of photographs, flying lessons, the other woman!
so much is based on inflection, on what you already know, what we want each other to know, on how much of a fuck you give or want to find out. so much is based on mood. sometimes...sometimes so much is based on a freudian slip. what is the truth? what is the truth? what is the truth?
what, exactly, is a tight ass, anyway?
if you wanna know, if you really wanna know, i'll tell you...in the new year, of course.
hm.
it could be that i used to have a tight ass but don't anymore. it could be that i am an anal-retentive type whose ass could or could not be really really tight and/or really really drunk and/or really really cheap and/or really really--well, not soooo really--mean.
but the truth is...well, now that i bring it up, i'm almost embarrassed to admit it. b/c the admission would make me horn-blower, a tattletale, a has-been, a divorcee, a girl who goes around looking for or creating or demolishing or wearing tight asses. and what the hell do you do with that kind of info?
i mean, it could change in a day, with the input of new information. that the ass i think is so tight really isn't b/c my understanding is based on info i currently hold--or info i think you base your decisions on--while new information could refute it, turn it over, spank it. this new information could show that a tight ass is a touch tighter, or that a tight ass was acting like a tight ass to counteract his/her girlfriend's, wife's, lover's (i.e., my) spending habit. maybe this person wasn't a tight ass, but a thinker of the future who secretly and unbeknownced to me spent crazy money on a food-binging habit, drugs, kookoo for-pay sex, a therapist, a secret collection of photographs, flying lessons, the other woman!
so much is based on inflection, on what you already know, what we want each other to know, on how much of a fuck you give or want to find out. so much is based on mood. sometimes...sometimes so much is based on a freudian slip. what is the truth? what is the truth? what is the truth?
what, exactly, is a tight ass, anyway?
if you wanna know, if you really wanna know, i'll tell you...in the new year, of course.
posted by stacy muszynski at 1:36 PM
2 Comments:
I think my tight ass disappeared around the same time as bellbottoms...
damn, why does your name seem so familiar to me?
stacy, I can't tell you how much your comments have meant to me...
My wide ass trumps your tight ass. Not that that's a bad thing.
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