December 6th, 2012

Tired Tattoo

Princesses

Princesses


My first childhood crush had a tail.  She was all shimmery fins and red hair and oh that voice... my heart ached when she sang of longing, and I genuinely hated the sea witch for what she did to poor Ariel.  I had no idea why I wanted to watch her, but I wanted to do it all the time.  I didn’t understand yet, and wouldn’t for years, what the feelings I was having actually meant.  My parents grew sick of my obsession and begged me to move on.  Move on, I did.  Never away, though.  I simply aquired new crushes to add to my stable.  Ariel would always be there in the background, her gorgeous angular abs hugged by fairytale frocks and fishes.  
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