That's the title of one of my favourite songs. The most lethal, the most essential thing is to hear your own voice. Also, keeping up with the idea of writing as catharsis, this one blog is dedicated all to myself. More solipsism would be hard to find. And I like it like that. Oh, and this is a queer (and self-proclaimed 'ADULT') blog so go ahead, make your day... mine is done.
This kind of reminded me when I was about fifteen and met the most gorgeous man while sunbathing right across from my aunt's house. My aunt used to live literally across the street from the beach (there is a road that goes behind her house now, natch) and we used to literally live on that beach when summer came.
One day I was alone at the beach and this man just happened to strike a conversation with me (I was about sixteen, going on seventeen and kinda cute, with a penchant for tiny speedos and cropped tops, so probably justified). He placed his beach towel about ten feet from mine and proceeded to flirt with me full speed. I could see how much he liked what he was doing because his bathing suit was barely able to contain him. There was a lot of him to admire.
No, he did not rock my boat. It was literally all flirting. I was called for lunch and I left him there, in his straining trunks. He asked me if I was going to be at the beach the next day. I said yes, but we ended up going to the movies so I never saw him again. Pity. I liked his trunks.
So yeah. In honor of the end of summer, here's this short.