cumulus.james
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It is a Friday night. Though my late teens/ early – mid 20's that meant clubbing and getting drunk.
I am getting drunk but my clubbing days are well and truly over.
I want to be young and thin and cute and in G.A.Y. snogging that 25 yr old old the dance floor all night again.
God I miss the snogging. And I miss the city. And I miss the thud of the beat resonating throughout my body.
My “partner” that night looked not unlike Owen Jones from The Guardian. I like his journalism, but he don't half trigger the hell out of me.
But what mechanism can this 34 yr old has been ever snog a 25 yr old in a nightclub with deafeneing techno & house running through his veins ever again?
I felt so alive.
I no longer feel alive.
Oh Miss. Kitten, where are you now. These days so long gone. The decay set in.
I am getting drunk but my clubbing days are well and truly over.
I want to be young and thin and cute and in G.A.Y. snogging that 25 yr old old the dance floor all night again.
God I miss the snogging. And I miss the city. And I miss the thud of the beat resonating throughout my body.
My “partner” that night looked not unlike Owen Jones from The Guardian. I like his journalism, but he don't half trigger the hell out of me.
But what mechanism can this 34 yr old has been ever snog a 25 yr old in a nightclub with deafeneing techno & house running through his veins ever again?
I felt so alive.
I no longer feel alive.
Oh Miss. Kitten, where are you now. These days so long gone. The decay set in.