I wish.
Hmm..Interesting quote..not that it really goes with my post today… But oh well.
I started scribbling this on a piece of paper today and it made this post.
I wish someone would ask me what its like to be with a 
. Everyone who knows me can tell that I am NOT a juggalette, and I’m sure some people wonder how the hell I can make Brown, who is a juggalo, happy? Honestly…how many people actually think of juggalos as normal people? The mention of the word to my good friend Ezral, brought the “Fuck ICP!” reaction. I hate that reaction. Does anyone who says that actually KNOW what a juggalo/juggalette is? http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=juggalo <<<That link…right there..is the definition of a juggalo. Check it out. Sure its not “Webster’s” but the best def I found..is #5 on that site.
Back to the original question. How do I keep Brown happy even though I’m not a “juggalette”? Its simple. I am me. I am a musician, a leader, a McDonalds crew person, a Mexican…but all of this is just me taken at first glance. Because I am also a fat kid…most would say that I’m shy about my body. UNTRUE. I’m so open about my body..I’d go streaking down Main Street just to say I’ve done it. I’m open about everything. I’m bisexual and I was bisexual before it was a trend that the Scene girls adopted to get noticed by guys. But I think..that what makes him love me the most..is I’m absolutely fucking insane. One minute I’ll be happy and cuddly..and at the drop of a hat, I’m suddenly pissy and I don’t want to be touched, let alone cuddled. I’m insane…and he still looks at me, with his fantabulous brown eyes, smiles his amazing smile..and says, “Babe..I love you.” How amazing is that?!
So..what is it like to be with a juggalo? Its a dream. Everything is damn near perfect. I’m treated like a precious object, a rare gem if you will. There isn’t pressure to do anything I may be uncomfortable with…reciprocation isn’t a necessity. I just have to love him. Hell..he let me give him gas money for the first time on Sunday. Thats the first time since we’ve been together. And..by now..I would usually be bored..ready to move on..but I’m not. I still miss him even when he has just started walking away from me to leave. I smile my adoring smile when he texts me or he calls. His voice still makes me fall in love all over again. And..a single glimpse of him makes butterflies flourish in my tummy. Its love…a love like I’ve never had before.
~Svartana
