sunshine

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. -James Matthew Barrie

Good Girls Don’t by Annie Cardi

Good Girls Don’t by Annie Cardi

Good girls don’t swear.
Good girls don’t argue with or talk back to their parents.
Good girls don’t complain about getting up early for church or wearing that dress with the high collar.
Good girls don’t fidget during the sermon and look up to the choir in hopes of catching someone’s eye.
Good girls don’t laugh louder than the boys.
Good girls don’t get sent to detention for making their friend laugh during class.
Good girls don’t sit in detention, remembering how bright her laugh was, how open her smile.
Good girls wait for boys to ask them to prom.
Good girls join the cheer squad, wear short skirts and pull their hair into ponytails.
Good girls jump up and down and cheer for the boys.
Good girls don’t wonder if someone is watching them from the stands.
Good girls don’t lead the boys on.
Good girls don’t go on dates and feel a boy’s clammy hand claim theirs and wait for the movie to be over so they can go home.
Good girls don’t wish it was someone else’s soft, elegant hand reaching for theirs instead.
Good girls don’t lay awake at night, imagining what it would be like to hold someone else’s hand, to pull someone else into their arms, to hold her face gently and lean forward and brush soft pink cherry-flavored lips against theirs.
Good girls don’t sneak out after their parents have fallen asleep.
Good girls don’t steal the car keys, back their mom’s sedan out of the driveway as quietly as possible before peeling down the street.
Good girls don’t show up at someone’s house without calling first.
Good girls don’t stand on your lawn, shivering by the tulip beds, starring up at your window and waiting for the light to turn on.
Good girls don’t yell for you to come downstairs and smile when you disappear from the window.
Good girl don’t feel their hearts exploding out of their chests as they see your front door open and you rush down your front walk, in that sweatshirt you wore the day we took the bus to the beach together and missed the last bus back so we had to walk the hold way, hands brushing against each other.
Good girls don’t imagine hands and more brushing against each other.
Good girls don’t pull you in for the kiss.
Good girls don’t say I love you first.

so May is just the sex month, isn't it?

We missed National Masturbation Day, the 7th of May, but can still celebrate International Masturbation Month. Which reminds me of the poem:

Hurray, hurray,
it's the first of May.
Outdoor fucking starts today.