Lined
I'm terrible with description and nicknaming, so I'd taken to calling him "The-Crow-turned-The-Birdcage" (that was before I knew his name). Now that I do know his name, I think I still prefer to refer to him as The-Crow-turned-The-Birdcage ... because he just doesn't look like a Peter. Peter is too - I don't know - too boring and ordinary and bloke-ish a name for him.
He could look like The Crow himself when his hair is dyed black; when his hair was the color of flaming cherry-ade, he looked like he worked The Birdcage.
I once had a flash lust for him when he first dyed his hair red (the past couple years that I had him in my classes, he was a Goth-boy pinup, what with his black hair and all-black ensemble; he also had himself the company of the really cute Goth-girl I'd been watching since I first arrived at Vic). I lusted until he'd opened his mouth and I'd heard him speak.
I mean, I'd known (since, like, 2003 or something) he's from Oz, but I didn't think he would sound like Stevie Irwin, for fuckssakes! How the fuck is it possible to maintain a healthy lust for someone who sounds like a demented adrenaline-junkie animal-lover who has a hard-on for jumping crocs? "Isn't she a beaut" my hiney. Mr. Irwin, I think you have there a predilection for BDSM that's peeking outta your closet ...
Anyway.
The-Crow-turned-The-Birdcage had turned up for class this morning with make-up on. And with his lip and eye-brow piercings, he just looked so, so, so very fetching. His hair is once again black, and it plays up his light and very blue eyes - not to mention the very black eye-liner he had on. Made me think of that song immediately -
... only until he started speaking; after that I had disturbing visions of stocky men in khaki shorts with their asses in the air mud-wrestling crocs.
Talk about lurid nightmares ...
Still, I have a soft spot for guys who know their way around cosmetics, especially eye make-up - and his eyes were lined.
He could look like The Crow himself when his hair is dyed black; when his hair was the color of flaming cherry-ade, he looked like he worked The Birdcage.
I once had a flash lust for him when he first dyed his hair red (the past couple years that I had him in my classes, he was a Goth-boy pinup, what with his black hair and all-black ensemble; he also had himself the company of the really cute Goth-girl I'd been watching since I first arrived at Vic). I lusted until he'd opened his mouth and I'd heard him speak.
I mean, I'd known (since, like, 2003 or something) he's from Oz, but I didn't think he would sound like Stevie Irwin, for fuckssakes! How the fuck is it possible to maintain a healthy lust for someone who sounds like a demented adrenaline-junkie animal-lover who has a hard-on for jumping crocs? "Isn't she a beaut" my hiney. Mr. Irwin, I think you have there a predilection for BDSM that's peeking outta your closet ...
Anyway.
The-Crow-turned-The-Birdcage had turned up for class this morning with make-up on. And with his lip and eye-brow piercings, he just looked so, so, so very fetching. His hair is once again black, and it plays up his light and very blue eyes - not to mention the very black eye-liner he had on. Made me think of that song immediately -
I am smitten
I’ll do anything
A kiss breath turpentine
My crush with eyeliner
... only until he started speaking; after that I had disturbing visions of stocky men in khaki shorts with their asses in the air mud-wrestling crocs.
Talk about lurid nightmares ...
Still, I have a soft spot for guys who know their way around cosmetics, especially eye make-up - and his eyes were lined.
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