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Entry 18: Tramp Stamp
Author's Note: Originally written for the prompt "Ink" at LJ Comm AtFirstTweak.
Dear Diary: Tramp Stamp
Dear Diary,
I finally went to see the psychologist Mom recommended. Partly she loves me and wants to help with my ongoing relationship drama with Inuyasha, and partly she's sick of me breaking down crying every five seconds when she tells me she thinks he's not "really" gay. But then, this is the same Mom who thinks it's fine that Souta wearing my school uniform and telling her he wants to be called "Little Missy" is just a "phase."
Anyhow, I told this therapist guy all about finding out that my boyfriend is gay but that he does loves me and we are "intimate" and stuff but that he'd rather be "intimate" with dudes and that we'd tried Viagra and angry sex and even a threesome with Kouga but that things weren't going well. Of course, I didn't mention that he's hanyou, that Kouga-kun is a wolf, or that one of his regular partners is his youkai half-brother. And I didn't mention my own inability to keep my legs shut. I mean he doesn't need to know everything, right?
Well, he listens and takes notes and nods his head and makes little sounds of sympathy—or maybe it was gas, I don't know. But when I'm all done telling my story and crying like the PMS monster I totally am, he says something about having patience and leopards not being able to change their spots overnight. And I'm like WHAT? That makes no sense. So I try to get something useful out of this since Mom's spending buckets of yen on it, and I say, "Ok, how can I get him to see that I'm hotter than any dude could ever be?" He shakes his head at me like I'm totally pathetic and tells me "That's not the issue." I want to scream. It so totally is the issue. I mean this guy studies this kind of thing for a living and I could get better advice out of Kaede in her sleep.
Then it hits me. The solution. What I do is tell the shrink I'll see him in two weeks, get the money in advance for the appointment from Mom to pay for it, hop down the well and see what's up in the F.E. (Inuyasha's sullen but Naraku's keeping everyone busy), then return home and head straight for the nearest tattoo place.
Two weeks later when it's all healed, I can't wait to spring it on my one true loverboy. As soon as I can get him alone in the woods, I drop my skirt and unveil the little masterpiece on my lower back: a big white dog pinning a wolf by the throat. Inuyasha may be uke, but he never lets Kouga get the best of him. He took one look and jumped me before I even realized my panties were gone!
Call it a "tramp stamp" if you want, but it did more for me than any stupid therapist ever could!
Dewa kore de,
Kagome
Dear Diary: Tramp Stamp
Dear Diary,
I finally went to see the psychologist Mom recommended. Partly she loves me and wants to help with my ongoing relationship drama with Inuyasha, and partly she's sick of me breaking down crying every five seconds when she tells me she thinks he's not "really" gay. But then, this is the same Mom who thinks it's fine that Souta wearing my school uniform and telling her he wants to be called "Little Missy" is just a "phase."
Anyhow, I told this therapist guy all about finding out that my boyfriend is gay but that he does loves me and we are "intimate" and stuff but that he'd rather be "intimate" with dudes and that we'd tried Viagra and angry sex and even a threesome with Kouga but that things weren't going well. Of course, I didn't mention that he's hanyou, that Kouga-kun is a wolf, or that one of his regular partners is his youkai half-brother. And I didn't mention my own inability to keep my legs shut. I mean he doesn't need to know everything, right?
Well, he listens and takes notes and nods his head and makes little sounds of sympathy—or maybe it was gas, I don't know. But when I'm all done telling my story and crying like the PMS monster I totally am, he says something about having patience and leopards not being able to change their spots overnight. And I'm like WHAT? That makes no sense. So I try to get something useful out of this since Mom's spending buckets of yen on it, and I say, "Ok, how can I get him to see that I'm hotter than any dude could ever be?" He shakes his head at me like I'm totally pathetic and tells me "That's not the issue." I want to scream. It so totally is the issue. I mean this guy studies this kind of thing for a living and I could get better advice out of Kaede in her sleep.
Then it hits me. The solution. What I do is tell the shrink I'll see him in two weeks, get the money in advance for the appointment from Mom to pay for it, hop down the well and see what's up in the F.E. (Inuyasha's sullen but Naraku's keeping everyone busy), then return home and head straight for the nearest tattoo place.
Two weeks later when it's all healed, I can't wait to spring it on my one true loverboy. As soon as I can get him alone in the woods, I drop my skirt and unveil the little masterpiece on my lower back: a big white dog pinning a wolf by the throat. Inuyasha may be uke, but he never lets Kouga get the best of him. He took one look and jumped me before I even realized my panties were gone!
Call it a "tramp stamp" if you want, but it did more for me than any stupid therapist ever could!
Dewa kore de,
Kagome