Just whatever random thoughts that I get. A lot of it is media stuff, and there's a little social justice but not near enough for me to feel like I'm doing my part but I'm working on that! Also sometimes I feel depressed so there will be angst-filled posts as well sorry. I tend to go through stages with stuff, obsessing over it and then ignoring it for a while so deal with it. And um thanks for stopping by I guess?
Cisgendered, female, 19, somewhere between bi and pansexual (it's hard to explain), demisexual, polyamorous
Email: xkatranix@gmail.com
AIM: Katrani Merack (might be registered on search as just Katrani or KatMerack)
Pronouns: She/her/hers
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
This was her night. It was prom, and she had a date, and she wouldn’t have to sit in a corner feeling lonely because she had no one to dance with for most of the songs. She wanted the shoulder-resting slow dance and the gentle kiss that became a passionate one. She wanted to do things her parents could never know about.
She was excited, planning out her big entrance. She knew it was childish, but she wanted to appear at the stair landing and make everyone pause and then descend the stairs to quietly meet with her date. She wanted to feel her heart clench in excitement and see a look of shock that she could truly be on a level with everyone else even if she didn’t do so normally.
So she started getting ready five hours early, taking a shower. She shaved everything, and washed her hair four times and conditioned it three times. She scrubbed her body once with cleansing soap and once with scented. She put moisturizing lotion on her skin and combed her hair out and even figured out how to actually use bobby pins for once.
And then she had her dress on and she felt amazing and there was no way this wouldn’t be perfect.
Except she had no balcony to appear at, no grand staircase in full view of everyone. Her date wasn’t punctual, and even with a reservation dinner took forever, and the one time she had a date was the one dance that there were no slow songs at.
And thanks to a curfew they couldn’t even slip off somewhere so she could experience the less accepted parts of a teenage romance.
She wished she hadn’t had a date to expect things from.
