Virgin Amongst the Wolves
by Jonathan Quince
Thursday, April 8, 2004 18:36:27
Virgin, you say. Yet you step forth into the realm of wolves. You hold your head high, so bright and proud, so clean and unafraid; for mayhap the world is yours to laugh at. Everything may flow past you, touching you in turn yet leaving you unsullied. And standing casually at the crossroads of the Internet's labyrinthine dens of iniquity, you wait for someone who understands. You watch, and you wait for that purveyor of dreams to whisk you away to fantasy, nay, to a world of fantastic new realities, to a new order of purity and beauty.
Your name rolls off my tongue as I call you from afar. Revel at the meaning of the name; at its roots, this name suits you well indeed by the sight of you. Maybe I am just projecting my fantasies onto you — of course I am; don't you feel the tug on the corners of your soul as you read this? — but you look as if you might just warrant further investigation, as it were. Your photo caps the words of your brief confession of carnal appetite with a sly wink, a gesture belying hints of secret lusts and hidden meanings.
I think that I just might understand you a little bit. Or maybe I am just on the verge of falling in love — yet again — with each so unique and special and beautiful…
I am going to blog this, you know. Not now, but in the next few days. Your name may be sheltered in privacy, needing your agreement before being exposed; but my words are mine own, to do with as I please.
Be in touch, now.