Effy Autunno

Effy Autunno

Hotdogs
The obvious phallic shaped food. It's not just the shape but the concentration on your face as you rotate it, testing the best angle to shove it in before you take that first chomp, wide eyed and relieved it fit. Forgetting you earlier smothered it in ketchup and mustard leaving you with a rainbow tash as you try to chew and swallow the first bite so that conversation can continue and he can stop staring at you like you've been talking about periods for the past 10 minutes. It might seem sexy to act out oral sex over dinner, but it's not, some things are definitely better left in the bedroom (park, car, kitchen, whatever you fancy).

You’re sat on the side of the runway, Gnarles Barkley blaring, your head bobbing to the beat, you cross your legs under your couture gown, the lights fade and out struts the first model, she looks exquisite. Her legs go for miles, her beauty is unimaginable, she walks with such confidence. The end draws close and you stand to applaud, out walks the male designer, you continue to clap, out walk the models, all men, you think back, you remember being jealous of their figures, their long hair, their poise. Would you stop clapping at the point of realisation?

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