Disheveled Prom Queen aka the Dish Fairy here to dish up the official V-Day post.
Truth is, I been wanting to share a tender morsel about another of the gems (disheveled mutherfuckers) I dated. And so without hesitation, let's dive in.
Well. So. You know how DPQ gets with the younger men. Like my much younger lover Miguel, etc.?...
No? Well here's a recap. The older ones are balding, slightly desperate, boring, stalker-ish. (except Tony, he is always the exception)
The young ones tend to be more fun, cuter, and carefree. (clueless...)
So anyway. I was messin with this young boy a while back. but yo, this guy had issues. Stamina not being one of them, thank god.
he would like, blow up my phone and want to chill or talk everyday for like a week straight. Like had to have his B. so I'm makin time for this dude. and then, he would ghost out for two or three weeks, month or two? And not in a Ghostface Killer type of way, cuz Tony be lettin a girl know he's got biz to handle. Go head Tone, you hard ass working communicating sexy muthafucka....
Now me, I was in it cuz I liked his muscles. And he was a talented ass musician who could drink till dawn. Win, win, win. But this boy did not understand the concept of being a "Lover." I was like, let's hunker down for a couple months, go deeper-n-deeper-n-deeper and then be on our merry ways.
But no, he was over there like drawing up the terms of a contract and shit. We can fuck on this day. Suck everyday day, but visit the flower never, cuz you not my bitch. only Kiss on every other Tues.
and then on tuesdays which I most looked forward to, he would cancel and shit.
Eventually, I was like bitch please, when you gonna make me quiver. Wtf.
It's not like I wanted him to be my boyfriend or some shit.
Label me with the word relationship and I ice up real quick. And I'm not talkin about diamonds.
the best was when he told me he didn't want to be with me, whilst we were in bed!
Like damn, can we please finish first?
Sloppy.
I answered his last text with. "On my way to this gig, see you later maybe." That was in response to after ghosting for 3 months he texts. "Whut up?"
What up? You know what's up. You and that other girl you tryna use me to rebound off of.
This was our song.
Cuz, like Gaga says, "I want your love, I don't want to be friends!!!!!"
And can we talk for a second about this video? I must confess, I don't bump the Gaga on the regular or anything, but this video is excellent. A bath house full of monsters. A flaming bed. And lets not forget in the end how she lays up next to the burnt skeletal remains of her lover, smoking a cigarette with the pistols of her machine gun bra still sparking. Pure art. and drippin with Gucci
Holler at me if you want my revenge, cuz I'm free bitch baby!
Truth is, I been wanting to share a tender morsel about another of the gems (disheveled mutherfuckers) I dated. And so without hesitation, let's dive in.
Well. So. You know how DPQ gets with the younger men. Like my much younger lover Miguel, etc.?...
No? Well here's a recap. The older ones are balding, slightly desperate, boring, stalker-ish. (except Tony, he is always the exception)
The young ones tend to be more fun, cuter, and carefree. (clueless...)
So anyway. I was messin with this young boy a while back. but yo, this guy had issues. Stamina not being one of them, thank god.
he would like, blow up my phone and want to chill or talk everyday for like a week straight. Like had to have his B. so I'm makin time for this dude. and then, he would ghost out for two or three weeks, month or two? And not in a Ghostface Killer type of way, cuz Tony be lettin a girl know he's got biz to handle. Go head Tone, you hard ass working communicating sexy muthafucka....
Now me, I was in it cuz I liked his muscles. And he was a talented ass musician who could drink till dawn. Win, win, win. But this boy did not understand the concept of being a "Lover." I was like, let's hunker down for a couple months, go deeper-n-deeper-n-deeper and then be on our merry ways.
But no, he was over there like drawing up the terms of a contract and shit. We can fuck on this day. Suck everyday day, but visit the flower never, cuz you not my bitch. only Kiss on every other Tues.
and then on tuesdays which I most looked forward to, he would cancel and shit.
Eventually, I was like bitch please, when you gonna make me quiver. Wtf.
It's not like I wanted him to be my boyfriend or some shit.
Label me with the word relationship and I ice up real quick. And I'm not talkin about diamonds.
the best was when he told me he didn't want to be with me, whilst we were in bed!
Like damn, can we please finish first?
Sloppy.
I answered his last text with. "On my way to this gig, see you later maybe." That was in response to after ghosting for 3 months he texts. "Whut up?"
What up? You know what's up. You and that other girl you tryna use me to rebound off of.
This was our song.
Cuz, like Gaga says, "I want your love, I don't want to be friends!!!!!"
And can we talk for a second about this video? I must confess, I don't bump the Gaga on the regular or anything, but this video is excellent. A bath house full of monsters. A flaming bed. And lets not forget in the end how she lays up next to the burnt skeletal remains of her lover, smoking a cigarette with the pistols of her machine gun bra still sparking. Pure art. and drippin with Gucci
Holler at me if you want my revenge, cuz I'm free bitch baby!
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