Monday, September 2, 2013
Grace Alton's Profile Page: Matador Wanted
I was born with coily hair that refused to be tamed. Most days I showed up at school looking more like Medusa instead of the dark-haired, ringlet angel my mother wanted me to be. I was gangly and clumsy.
Dance classes yielded nothing but tears and bruises. I was sharp edges draped in pretty dresses and a name that mocked me.
By high school I ditched the dresses and ballet slippers for dungerees and high tops. I sported a pixie cut and lip balm. I've filled out nicely with lovely curves and a confident gait. Lessons or just attitude? lol These days, it's my tongue that's sharp. I'll cut you deep if piss me off; I'll lick if I like you. I'm fierce and loyal to friends, merciless with assjacks.
Those who know me think I'm beautiful and magnetic. They say I move with a different kind of grace. If you're into bullfighting, step into the arena.
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