Just edited my profile. Whew. Sort of slogged through favourite movies, but got really tired on favourite books. I suppose I could have just said nothing, but years of obedience to forms and rules have left their mark. But am absolutely revelling in this untramelled egotism. I mean, catch anyone I know wanting to know anything like this about me, or me even wanting to divulge any of this stuff. I mean, like, I can say anything here and no one I know will ever know, unless I'm really unlucky. The word dyke is a dead give-away though because the dykes in Delhi all know each other. But hey googling dyke pal, if you've come to this post and figured, pl do me a favour and don't tell none of the other community-walis 'cause I'm having fun here don't you know. Just send me a sneaky little post and I'll buy you a cappucino to shut you up.
My life: revolves around my gorgeous girlfriend. She actually makes me happy, unlike the many before her who didn't. So nearly two years later, we're still happy happy. Hurrah. Also hurrah for the beautiful guitar that was hers but is now mine (she never played it, I do).
But the girl is out of town, so I did lots of washing up and tidying up in the morning, and thought about nothing at all. Heard The Rolling Stones do "Satisfaction" about 20 times over, then got a bit worried that the neighbours might complain, so turned it down. But the neighbours here don't complain. I'm a really good, quiet girl, and only girls ever visit me! One beautiful girl in particular.
I hardly know any men any more, except my father and brother-in-law. Don't miss them at all. Can't help seeing them around in the city, but do this curious visual thing in which I don't see them. But I do see all the women. I wonder if straight men do the same thing.
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