reasons to be easy ↘↖
Easy, Sleazy, (Horribly) Beautiful.
Listen up, Beauties, for some hot steamy facts (which is much more appealing than cold hard truth, don’t you think?) Earth girls are easy. There’s a reason there’s a movie about it. Everything in the movies (or on the internet) is true. But really, there’s a reason girls always complain about guys who “just say all the right things to get you in bed.” It’s because it’s THAT EASY! Sheesh. I apparently am NOT from this planet, which we’ve all probably suspected for a while, because I’ve put great thought into this matter and come to the conclusion: I’m not easy, I’m fast.
There is very little about me that anyone would call easy. I’m pet-peevey. I’m indecisive. I’m loud. I’m opinionated. And I’m particular and picky. That being said, if I do happen to actually be interested in somebody, I definitely take the gold in the Panty Drop Olympics.
However, in addition to all of those other above mentioned character attributes, or “flaws” if you prefer.. (and this might be the most dangerous one of all), I’m also a writer. And as such I feel that it is my artistic right to title my thoughts the way I see fit, even if I then go on to contradict myself. I’m Horribella, what do you people expect?
Once upon a time, I used to have those things that people refer to as “standards.” I’d have to “love” you before I’d sleep with you. Then, it evolved to I had to be your “girlfriend,” which soon became we had to be “dating” or at least “seeing each other.” That quickly turned into you had to take me out at least once. Then, it was you had to buy me a few drinks. Eventually, you just had to be there while I had a few drinks. After a while, I realized my main qualification for a tumble was to be a walking male, which nearly instantaneously shifted to just being a walking human (oh - we haven’t discussed THAT yet, have we? Stay tuned…). I’m pretty sure paraplegics are the next logical point in the devolution of my sexual prerequisites.
I told you in the past that I felt I needed to be more open-minded. As you can see, I’ve accomplished that goal. And also the goal of being more open-legged. I think I’ve managed to hook up with more people in the 8 months I’ve been in NY than probably my last three years in Boston combined. They do say that New York is home to the most beautiful people in the world. So the way I see it, I’ve accrued not just quantity, but quality.
But none of this makes me feel “easy.” I’ve accepted, a long time ago, that I’m a difficult person. And I make my own decisions (and mistakes). I just do them… fast.
The way I see it, there are LOTS of reasons to be “easy” or “fast” which seem to be the words tossed around whenever a lady admits she loves to bang. I plan to explore some of these. I’d love to hear your thoughts and stories, so please submit them here! You can also always feel free to use these links to e-mail me (Horribella[at]TheHorribleBeauty.com) or ask me anything (even anonymously).
Until then, stay Easy, Sleazy, (Horribly) Beautiful, Covergirls (and Boys).
For the record, this is my idea of a glamor shot:
