Flirt

See, some of you might call me flirtacious. I consider myself more, visually active. With a certain sense of confidence (which I have none of) comes a level of understanding that the whole world, though you are very sure it does, actually does not revolve around you. I am at that stage where I need to find confidence in things that do not recquire my ability to just stand there and look pretty. I do that somewhat with my questionable sense of humor, and that at times makes me feel like a goddess, especially when people laugh.

Flirting are the moments of lurid sex without the actual sex. I believe I no longer actively persue these levels of erotica. I merely passively do things which i consider fun, and others consider a turn on. Say for example dying my hair magenta. Most people would consider that just a fun thing to do, somewhat risque but mostly not a harmful thing. The more traditional might consider it playing with men's fantasy's. But if we live in a world where a person can't even reflect their own jubilation about life in their outward appearance than what difference does this world make us from the book 1984?