Tuesday, November 6, 2012

The Fairy Tale of the Girl Who Said Fuck This Shit

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Vix. She was kind of totally awesome. So many miles she traveled and fascinating characters she met, who always recalled her dressed as the friendly neighborhood vixen in a short skirt and high heels. People from all over the world gathered in the magical land of the blogosphere every morning to hear her stories of adventure, brazen behavior, and unlady-like dalliances. Ohhh how she adored sharing her tales! Everyone laughed and smiled and tinkled themselves in delight. Afterward they would ask Vix questions and share their own stories with each other, many becoming friends over time, for they all understood what it meant to be among such kind hearts.




Over time, the girl named Vix slowly told fewer and fewer stories, for she was very sad, and she had grown to fear the sound of her own voice. Why? asked the very people who had been enjoying her tales for years. We don't understand! We miss hearing your stories! Vix heard these familiar voices, but all she could do was shake her head in silence.

What no one could understand, including Vix herself, was that she had stories she didn't want to speak of, because as soon as the words left her mouth, she would have to see them reflecting back at her in the faces of all her friends around her. It had been some time since she could look at her own face in the mirror, it had become full of sadness and hatred where it once showed joy. She did not know what to say, or why she couldn't say it.

And so the girl went to hide in a cave far away, where she thought no one would be able to find her. Vix decided she would stay here in the darkness until she could come back out into the world with a smile on her face and love in her heart.

She stayed there a long time, growing sadder and sadder, and quieter and quieter until it had been months since she had heard a breath pass her own lips. It were as if she had never talked at all. She began to wonder if her memories of being a story-teller had been something she imagined. A few times, a friend as if by magic was able to find her buried in this unknown cave, and beg her to come out. Each time, she pleaded silently with her wet eyes to leave her be.

And so she sat alone in the cave for a very long time.

Then one day Vix woke up inside the dark cave with stirrings coming from deep inside her. She knew it, as surely as the rain falls and the snow melts, she knew deep down inside that her return was inevitable. But Vix also knew it was important to wait as long as it took for the stirrings deep inside her to be so strong that she no longer felt anything else, neither hunger nor thirst nor fear.

She continued for some time to stay safely hidden in the cave, but now she began to test her voice. At first a mere whisper scratched her throat and left her silent again for days, but she couldn't keep herself from trying. Over time Vix's voice grew lovely and strong, as she had hoped all along it would. It was only then, she realized she had been scared to hope before.

At last the stirrings deep inside filling her entire body, the girl took a deep breath, said FUCK THIS SHIT, and left the shadows of her cave.

And that is how a girl named Vix returned to her perch in the magical land of the blogosphere, bursting with more stories than she ever had before. When she sat on her favorite rock, long worn smooth from the many hours she once resided there, Vix felt the warmth of the sun on her cheek spread across her face. She could not help but smile, for she had a story to share.

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It is so, so very good to be back.
xoxo Vix

November 6, 2012, 10:25 pm, Dallas, TX

18 comments:

  1. It's cute. It's entertaining. It's you.

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  2. Vix is back! This day cannot possibly go wrong!

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  3. The thing about caves? They're great for practicing your oration (not to be confused with oral). A lot of caves have great acoustics.

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  4. I've observed in my own ADD a cycle that consists of three phases, mania, hyper sexuality, depression.

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  5. So happy to see you writing again! Welcome back :)

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  6. So wonderful to see you back and writing again, Vix!

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  7. You could write about dirt and I would still read it. It has nothing to do with the tales of your sexual exploits, it has to do with the fact that I like your brutal honestly. It has to do with the fact that few write the way you do. Your compelling.

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  8. I hadn't thought about your blog in a couple of years, only to randomly decide to search for it today and discover this post! Perfect timing. Welcome back!

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  9. I recall the occasional visits to your empty blog across a vast span of time, only to find it eventually gone entirely. I was so glad to have found you on twitter earlier this year, and just got around to reading your last few posts. So glad you're back! Please share more delicious, elegant smut with us. <3

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  10. That was a beautiful story and makes me want to cry a little. Welcome back, Vix. I missed you so much.

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  11. I missed this blog so much! I checked back all of the time hoping to see something new... It's such a cute story. I'm glad you're back.

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