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I wanted of sex today, need for pressure, caress, soft violence. More rarely I need love...

03-28-2008

The night I felt in love with David Bobee.

davidbobeeHe weared city shoes, classics, Bonnie would say to me that togs it is a costume of tribal membership, but this small leather black shoes, me I made fun of it, and that this stinks of transpiration also, I made fun of it. Even the blue shirt, chosen to bring to light the eyes, I found this cool. Bonnie, her, would say that he makes too much republican , which means too clean on him. That's true that he has a side just like that, very 'bourgeoisie' of countryside, banker or very I-work-on-marketing-on-was-at-Yale . But Dave, no, he is not this, no marketing or figure of the bourgeoisie of countryside, he is a movie director and at night he speaks to the French television to say hyper-clever knack. Guy's type whom excuse themselves rather well of thing. He staged: Cannibals, which I shall go to see. He has its own site and its own myspace, which I right away was to see. It is the night I felt in love with David Bobbe and the night I reserved place of to go to the theatre. (it is 'tv effect', I know). Me I have just wanted to make love to him, to david, and however hope that he speaks to me the same things which he told on France 2 that night and then I just had to go to lie down, also.

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