princess of india

I’m bisexual but I lean heavily towards women. That’s what 80-20 means. — Yeah. It’s horrible. iPhone 6′s bend. Especially the iPhone 6 plus. Pretty much you’re only way to prevent it is with a case.

Gotcha.  That’s what I thought it meant, but the world of sexuality is very...it’s a big gray area.  I don’t know what anything means anymore, and I am perfectly okay with that.  Now, I’m wondering if I should get one.  I don’t want a flexible phone!  Like an ugly Otterbox case? I hate those cases.  They break too y’know?

I mean they do, darling, don’t get me wrong. But it’s a lot less of a subject of conversation than it is here. Cocks are not a very English subject after all.

“I think we all have to just admit that penises look gross and should not be photograph by themselves.”

“Oh, no way. I’m not smart enough to be a lawyer or anythin’ like that. I’m Leon. It’s nice to meet you, Dahlia.” He offers a hand to shake as he speaks, smiling again. 

“Trust me.  You could be a lawyer if you wanted to.  You could literally be anything you want..except unattractive...or short,” Dahlia became distracted by his beauty before realizing his hand was extend, shaking it rather enthusiastically, “Oh, Leon!  Yes, nice to meet you too...so, what do you do, smart guy?”

“Actually, technically by the rules, they can’t touch the strippers, the waitresses, well, they can do nothing about us, I can agree with you one hundred percent on the gross factor there. Maybe he wanted to take you by surprise, you know? Cause if you grinned, then you liked it and it would be wise, very wise, because sexual harassment is a serious thing, a guy actually had the nerve to tell me that I should be thankful and feel appreciated by being groped. Sometimes I really think I should improve my right hook.”

“That’s what I thought...wait, what about lap dances?  They can’t touch then, either?  I’m sorry.  I am fascinated by strippers.  I did NOT grin.  I actually broke my phone, so I can sue him for that too, right?  Ugh, men are hounds.  I bet they would get it if other men went around groping them.  They’d get how disgusting it is.  Let’s take kickboxing!”

“I am working as a waitress at Les Gentlemen, you know, the strip club. Not the best place in the world, but the drunk and gropey pay good tips and don’t worry, if you have the pictures, you have the case. There’s a friend of mine who’s a lawyer student, I’m sure he would be able to help you around if you wanted to move this case forward.”

“Oh, trust me.  I don’t judge.  I love strippers and women empowerment and all that good stuff.  But you’re not actually a stripper, and they’re stil groping you?  Guh-ross.  But couldn’t he just say that I wanted the picture and then case dismissed?  Yes, actually talking to a lawyer would be the wise thing to do.”

“I deleted it. But like I said, my friend sent it to herself, so it’s still somewhere out there, harassing people’s eyeballs. I’m pretty sure I can collect some. This doesn’t happen as rarely as you think it does.”

“So your friend likes it?  Why else would she put herself through hat?  Oh, don’t I know it.”

“I hope not. That would be super scary. I never been stalked before, but sometimes I worry that would happen.“ It was because Frankie and Ransom were always talking about the latest episode of some murder-drama show that aired on ID. “I think there are straight guys who don’t want random booby pictures, just like there are probably girls who are OK with random … boy pictures. People are all weird.“

“Yea, me too.  I mean the motive seems sweet, but stalking is no joke.  It’s terrifying--well, what I know of it,” Dahlia remarked before continuing, “I guess that’s true.  No two people are the same and all that jazz.  Why are you talking like a six-year-old again?”

I feel you. I mean I’m 80-20 females but, the man attraction and sexual advances do happen. — Huh…I guess that is a plus. Just make sure you get a case with it. I heard those things bend super easy.

Yes, really. Is that so? That’s interesting. Why thank you. I love me too.

I don’t know what being Mexican actually feels like, but I felt some connection to Mexican culture.  Well, I’m obviously an interesting character.  Is that how you respond to affection?  I’m hurt.

“Fair enough,” Leon says with a nod, huff of a laugh leaving him at her accusation. He lifts his hands as if to protest his innocence, shaking his head a bit. “I don’t normally, I promise. I’m just tryna turn somethin’ gross into somethin’ you can use.” 

“Oh, I thought you wear like a lawyer or someone skeevy like that.  Well, thanks; that’s nice of you.  I’m Dahlia, by the way.”

“Oh God, that all just sounds way too terrible, but I’d prefer one hundred nude pictures over the groping I have to stand at my job. Hey, at least you have proof for a sexual harassment lawsuit.”

“I would also prefer an influx of nude pictures rather than physical touching.  Where do you work if you don’t mind me asking?  That is true.  They have to believe me!”

Of course we can!  Well, they can if you have bad credit, but I’m pretty sure you don’t..right?  Wait a sec; you want me to be your business partner?

Aesthetically pleasing? Not to me, I’m afraid. Too much… of everything, really. I’m not sure I want to know his number because of that, I really don’t. But I can definitely bring the support.

“Oh god, no, forget I asked.  Well, if you deleted it, then never mind.  Yay!  All we need is more victims of electronic sexual harassment.”

“Well, quite frankly, anything that happens like that is absolute bullshit. Do you want me to make a complaint?

“I’m so glad you said that because it’s super true and you get it, but you don’t work at my job?  How would that work out?”