Take Me, Drummer Boy

Last night I dreamt that Ben Gillies, Silverchair's fine drummer, had sex with me. Damn, he was good. At least in my dream, that is. It makes me feel a bit kinky, in more ways than one:

- First of all, when I'm awake, at least, I'm more attracted to their frontman, Daniel Johns (AKA "Mr. Imbruglia").

- Secondly, I rarely go for buffed-up, muscular guys; I'm helplessley drawn to the scrawny, lanky, androgynous types.

- Last but certainly not least - Ben and I share the same birth-date... we were both born on October 24th. He's practically my birthday-brother :( Now that's scarey...

Unless, of course, I can see it as a sort of symbolic union between the Goddess and the God - who are also brother and sister - in a way that isn't actually incest but rather a sacred marriage of the spirits... Like Isis and Osiris, Diana and Apollo...

Or maybe it just really turns me on to picture him holding my with those muscular arms and fucking me like there's no tomorrow. Damn, those days before a period sure make me horny.