Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2017 5:32:17 GMT
For those interested in all the crap that went down between Sarah Lacklan and Kenzi Grey during #FSociety's break, some of which was summarized in Sarah's narrative and Fucking Awesome saw parts of throughout Sarah's vlog for her match at Ides of March, Kenzi produced a great CliffNotes version of it:
First things first! A LOT has happened…even since before Rising Stars went down. A lot of which falls into the realm of possibly being too much for young eyes to handle, so I have spared you all the gory details of these life altering events…
If you are THAT curious, you can feel free to read all about it HERE otherwise, I will just give you all the CliffsNotes version;
After breaking things off with Song, a woman I believed to truly be my soulmate, I discovered that a lot of things I believed about myself and my past were not true at all. For the longest time I blamed people like Alex Yin, JMC, and Parker Van Peters for leaving me high and dry…but the fact of the matter was no matter how shabbily they had treated me, in the end, it was I that pushed them away. I pointed the finger of blame at them for their sexually pervasive lifestyle, while I denied my own.
Well, I met someone who kinda helped me shed a few of those misconceptions about myself…Sarah Selena Lacklan…called The Blood Princess by some, the Porcelain Princess by me. I swear, she's whiter than a damn ghost and her eyes are redder than Snoop Dogg's after a family reunion! Still...to me, she was certainly someone I would happily call frienemy!
My love/hate relationship developed with her during the shooting of my new movie, All That Glitters, when she decided to lay a serious lip lock on me in the middle of a scene. Things evolved from there, and after I punched her in the eye during a Heavy Metal duel and we got thrown in jail together a week later; me for curb stomping a creeper and her for punching out a cop with her ‘sick right hook’ we were the best of friends!
Well…I thought we were friends, she took a different view of things. It probably didn’t help matters when I decided to give her what I thought she was looking for a scant few hours before Rising Stars.
Friends with benefits…for those keeping score. The only real difference being that I wasn’t comfortable being the recipient of any of these benefits. As it turns out, living an asexual life with Song had a few lasting effects. I had no problem with giving Sarah the biggest O’s of her life…so long as she didn’t press me into having any of my own...
…that is probably not entirely true since I did allow her the pleasure of biting my neck…since she THINKS she’s a vampire; I honestly don’t know if she is or isn’t, but I won’t lie, I did start to get off on her love bites…
LOVE BITES…BITES…love aint really my thing…
I’m over and done with love, but I can’t seem to escape it. I thought things were going along just fine, but apparently Sarah had thoughts of wanting a lot more from me than just the benefits of us being friends. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t interested in a relationship. I had moved beyond that and I was now just enjoying life and all the pleasures that came with being young, dumb, and full of rum (get your mind out of the dumpster...I'm an alcoholic, not a whore...mostly not a whore)!
To drive home the point that had no desire to be exclusive, I orchestrated a little threesome between myself, Sarah, and another co-star of mines, Katie Anderson. Before you start judging me, it was therapy…not lust! Katie is my friend, and my roommate’s ex-girlfriend, so trust me when I say…I was ONLY trying to help a friend with her flagging opinion of herself. Of course, it didn’t hurt that I found Katie SUPER attractive and I thought that the whole affair would solidify the boundaries between myself and Sarah…
WRONG, WRONG, DEAD ASS WRONG!
While I am certain that Sarah was not particularly happy with the situation, she did it because I asked her to do it…and she shoved down any feelings she might have had on the matter until it was over.
…wow…that is love; and if I was looking for love, I could have stopped right there…
I continued to bounce between Sarah and Song...even though our relationship had officially ended weeks ago. I said I thought that she was my soulmate, and the part of me that still believes in love wants to keep her near, and the part of me that knows it won't work apparently doesn't control my feet. I know it was wrong of me to keep seeing Song, even through all we did was talk and cuddle, but I was confused...and I'm also a selfish bitch...so...there!
I probably neglected to mention that Sarah is 'royalty' from the far away province of Lacklanland in Maine. Please, don't ask me to explain, I simply cannot. For the record, had I not seen the place with my own eyes, I would be as skeptical as you. Trust me when I say, they treat her like a princess in ever sense of the word.
I say all this because Sarah's time in LA was up and last Saturday night was to be her last. After a Guilty Pleasure concert in the park, Sarah and I broke off from the group to spend the last remaining hours together. Again, I will spare you the details, suffice to say that she was intent on becoming Captain Kirk and going where no man (or woman) has gone...errrr for the past 8 or 9 months...give or take a few. This devolved into one hell of a knock down drag out fight and ended with the two of us nearly coming to blows.
When I went home and she left that night, I figured that was it...but she still had one more trick up her sleeve...
Ever the romantic with a flair for the dramatic, she came calling in her long limousine...dressed to the 9's and bearing gifts. A pair of envelops. One that I was to open 2 hours after her departure and the other I was hold until she called on me. I think the goal was to get me to ask her to stay or at least show her that I didn't want her to go...either of which I did, because I'm a bitch. I simply let her drive away and true to my word, I did open the first envelope, and inside it, I did find the most wonderful gifts;
An envelope, sealed with a wax imprint of Sarah's sigil, a firebird in flight, containing a s single sheet of thick paper, with a picture of the two of us, taken inside a photo booth during a drunken night of bowling with my roommate...
Also inside the envelope, a sprinkling of lavender peddles, and a white letter, upon which a few words were written with a fine hand in red ink...
If I were a romantic...I might have been weak in the knees, as it was quite the romantic gesture. Of course, all that I could do was stare at the picture and think about how that last night had ended...and how I had pushed her away...in typical fashion. My feeling for Sarah weren't all that clear...just like they were for Song. I knew I didn't want a relationship...I just wanted things to be...normal...or at least what passed for normal!
Enough shit had gone wrong in my life as of late...I couldn't imagine one more thing going wrong...
First things first! A LOT has happened…even since before Rising Stars went down. A lot of which falls into the realm of possibly being too much for young eyes to handle, so I have spared you all the gory details of these life altering events…
If you are THAT curious, you can feel free to read all about it HERE otherwise, I will just give you all the CliffsNotes version;
After breaking things off with Song, a woman I believed to truly be my soulmate, I discovered that a lot of things I believed about myself and my past were not true at all. For the longest time I blamed people like Alex Yin, JMC, and Parker Van Peters for leaving me high and dry…but the fact of the matter was no matter how shabbily they had treated me, in the end, it was I that pushed them away. I pointed the finger of blame at them for their sexually pervasive lifestyle, while I denied my own.
Well, I met someone who kinda helped me shed a few of those misconceptions about myself…Sarah Selena Lacklan…called The Blood Princess by some, the Porcelain Princess by me. I swear, she's whiter than a damn ghost and her eyes are redder than Snoop Dogg's after a family reunion! Still...to me, she was certainly someone I would happily call frienemy!
My love/hate relationship developed with her during the shooting of my new movie, All That Glitters, when she decided to lay a serious lip lock on me in the middle of a scene. Things evolved from there, and after I punched her in the eye during a Heavy Metal duel and we got thrown in jail together a week later; me for curb stomping a creeper and her for punching out a cop with her ‘sick right hook’ we were the best of friends!
Well…I thought we were friends, she took a different view of things. It probably didn’t help matters when I decided to give her what I thought she was looking for a scant few hours before Rising Stars.
Friends with benefits…for those keeping score. The only real difference being that I wasn’t comfortable being the recipient of any of these benefits. As it turns out, living an asexual life with Song had a few lasting effects. I had no problem with giving Sarah the biggest O’s of her life…so long as she didn’t press me into having any of my own...
…that is probably not entirely true since I did allow her the pleasure of biting my neck…since she THINKS she’s a vampire; I honestly don’t know if she is or isn’t, but I won’t lie, I did start to get off on her love bites…
LOVE BITES…BITES…love aint really my thing…
I’m over and done with love, but I can’t seem to escape it. I thought things were going along just fine, but apparently Sarah had thoughts of wanting a lot more from me than just the benefits of us being friends. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t interested in a relationship. I had moved beyond that and I was now just enjoying life and all the pleasures that came with being young, dumb, and full of rum (get your mind out of the dumpster...I'm an alcoholic, not a whore...mostly not a whore)!
To drive home the point that had no desire to be exclusive, I orchestrated a little threesome between myself, Sarah, and another co-star of mines, Katie Anderson. Before you start judging me, it was therapy…not lust! Katie is my friend, and my roommate’s ex-girlfriend, so trust me when I say…I was ONLY trying to help a friend with her flagging opinion of herself. Of course, it didn’t hurt that I found Katie SUPER attractive and I thought that the whole affair would solidify the boundaries between myself and Sarah…
WRONG, WRONG, DEAD ASS WRONG!
While I am certain that Sarah was not particularly happy with the situation, she did it because I asked her to do it…and she shoved down any feelings she might have had on the matter until it was over.
…wow…that is love; and if I was looking for love, I could have stopped right there…
I continued to bounce between Sarah and Song...even though our relationship had officially ended weeks ago. I said I thought that she was my soulmate, and the part of me that still believes in love wants to keep her near, and the part of me that knows it won't work apparently doesn't control my feet. I know it was wrong of me to keep seeing Song, even through all we did was talk and cuddle, but I was confused...and I'm also a selfish bitch...so...there!
I probably neglected to mention that Sarah is 'royalty' from the far away province of Lacklanland in Maine. Please, don't ask me to explain, I simply cannot. For the record, had I not seen the place with my own eyes, I would be as skeptical as you. Trust me when I say, they treat her like a princess in ever sense of the word.
I say all this because Sarah's time in LA was up and last Saturday night was to be her last. After a Guilty Pleasure concert in the park, Sarah and I broke off from the group to spend the last remaining hours together. Again, I will spare you the details, suffice to say that she was intent on becoming Captain Kirk and going where no man (or woman) has gone...errrr for the past 8 or 9 months...give or take a few. This devolved into one hell of a knock down drag out fight and ended with the two of us nearly coming to blows.
When I went home and she left that night, I figured that was it...but she still had one more trick up her sleeve...
Ever the romantic with a flair for the dramatic, she came calling in her long limousine...dressed to the 9's and bearing gifts. A pair of envelops. One that I was to open 2 hours after her departure and the other I was hold until she called on me. I think the goal was to get me to ask her to stay or at least show her that I didn't want her to go...either of which I did, because I'm a bitch. I simply let her drive away and true to my word, I did open the first envelope, and inside it, I did find the most wonderful gifts;
An envelope, sealed with a wax imprint of Sarah's sigil, a firebird in flight, containing a s single sheet of thick paper, with a picture of the two of us, taken inside a photo booth during a drunken night of bowling with my roommate...
Also inside the envelope, a sprinkling of lavender peddles, and a white letter, upon which a few words were written with a fine hand in red ink...
If I were a romantic...I might have been weak in the knees, as it was quite the romantic gesture. Of course, all that I could do was stare at the picture and think about how that last night had ended...and how I had pushed her away...in typical fashion. My feeling for Sarah weren't all that clear...just like they were for Song. I knew I didn't want a relationship...I just wanted things to be...normal...or at least what passed for normal!
Enough shit had gone wrong in my life as of late...I couldn't imagine one more thing going wrong...
