Lolita's Art

Sometimes, you see art in the personals:

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I first read Lolita when I was 13. Lo' herself never intrigued me much. Plain, immature, cornered. "A most exasperating brat."

Rather, I was more overwhelmed by the intense, obsessive, unreliable internal narrative of dear Humbert.

"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta..."

Lo-lee-ta... That delicate pet name for a person, a child, a body, an image that was never really real.

At 13 I thought to myself "I want to be her. Lo-lee-ta."

It's true that's I'm Lo in the morning, standing five foot four in one sock. I'm Lola in slacks (which are difficult to find such that they accommodate my ample bottom while fitting my tiny waist). I'm Dolly at school and Dolores on the dotted line.

I suppose I must break from this little monologue of mine and explain how I want to be Lo-lee-ta to *you*. Humbert. My Humbert. Lolita in your arms.

I have absolutely no interest in looking at pictures of your manhood. I have absolutely no interest in a message that contains a description of your manhood.

You have only words to play with!

This One Should Play WOW

There must be something wrong with me

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Date: 2009-02-21, 5:48PM PST


I want more than love or money or children and family -.

I want respect and power and to be able to command large minions of strong people and have them at my beck and call - I want to be able to walk down the street or into restaurants and have an entourage of men and women protecting me and following my bidding - I don't want to have to use money whereever I go - I want the clothes that I wear, the place that I live, the food that I eat, and the traveling I do to be just given to me - I guess that's how royalty feels - and knowing my own physical prowess is my only weakness I want large men to beat the shit out of people, anyone, within an inch of their life for going against me and my rules

I see these idiotic women dressed like prostitutes at clubs or the catty women in my office or the mothers fawning over their spawn or the single women struggling to deal with their own choking loneliness and I despise them within the very finest fiber of my being - they give women a bad name

I want to be a cross between Queen Elizabeth and Trinity