I Wish You Would Migrate.
I wish that punk boys would come here. I’m so sick of poser, emo, skater-wannabes. I want a boy with gauges. I want a boy with long hair. I want a boy with Doc Martens. I want a boy with studded leather and an iPod full of amazing wonders. I want a boy I could just sit and laugh and smoke with. A boy that would accept my sense of humor, my over-drive sexuality, my ‘quirks’. A boy that won’t be a pushover. That he’ll take charge. So I don’t have to feel like the man in the relationship, or that I’m molesting some sort of virginal innocence (And usually they’ve gone further than myself, seeing how I’m a virgin.) It makes no sense. I want myself an amazing punk boy.