I KNOW SOME AWESOME WOMEN

You, me, the rest of the six billion; we’re all familiar with BUTTERFLIES. Those guys who’re specially trained to kick over the furniture in your upper belly when life decides to be kind.

For example when you meet a boy or girl whose bones you’d desperately like to jump OR a woman so special, it doesn’t take long for you to realize that in Santa’s book, you’ve been very good and he just can’t help clandestinely slipping you a few gifts to let you KNOW.

For some time now, I’ve been feeling like someone up there is fiddling with the controls again. I’m living way too much in proportion to time.

In just two weeks, I’ve been plied with such treacle-sweet excitement, such deep YAY-ness that it’s starting to feel like my soul is on a sugar-high that might make me crack where the dark days of fucked up endorphin starvation failed.

In short, I’ve had way more girl crushes than are morally permitted anyone within such a short period of time. If I blogged about every woman who made some sort of impression on my mind/heart/pelvis, this place would get hopelessly over-full, middling-pornographic and monotonous.

I just LOVE women

So I’m just going to write a short letter to the control-guy.

Who looks a bit like this, I think

Dear God,

Thanks for all the awesome women in my life. Those beautiful and admirable and sexy women; those women who’ve mastered the art of being irreverent without being crude.

Women like Princess and Kampire, like Darlyne (I haven’t met any collector nearly as generous with their books as she is) and Liz, my creative director at my new work place. Like Ruth and her absolutely stunning sister.  Like the writer of The Hustler chronicles, Like Like…well I could go on and on and on.

Keep em coming!

Yours,

Lady Sinister.

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About Miz. Kyrte

I read, I write, I love. My favorite quote is: We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. Bukowski, baby! Extremes ;-)

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  1. Dear God,

    I’d like to thank you for Mildred. Because nobody serves up adjectives like she does. Because she is irreverent, funny, and full of life. Because she is determined to grab life by the throat and squeeze every last drop of enjoyment out of it. Because she is gorgeous and loves ribbons.

    Because she lusts after books like I do.

    God, I just wanted to say: “Spectacular job!”

    Respectfully,

    P

  2. :D. I think now’s the time when we find a room.

    You’re special, my love.

    Thanks again for well…being you.

  3. lol….a room indeed….:-)

    • Hee.

      Feel free to add the names/blogs of all the women whose work you think we should be reading 🙂 (most of the names up there are links to the blogs of the women i’m talking about. Click and enjoy!)

      Today is Awesome-Women day on this blog.

  4. Me? not crude? Really?

    Otherwise I can’t tell you how flattered I am.

    I happen to think you’re pretty fan-fucking-tastic yourself

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