entre filles

Voyage sexiste inter-générationnel à travers des cartes de voeux

Coucou tout le monde ! Me revoici pour un n-ième article traitant de marketing genré. J'avoue que je ne pensais plus vous en reparler, parce que j'avais l'impression d'avoir fait le tour du sujet. En effet bien que l'ampleur du marketing genré soit très vaste que ce soit en terme de quantité, de diversité des produits et de stupidité, c'est quand même plus ou moins toujours la même chose. Toutefois, en allant chercher des cartes de vœux pour le mariage d'amis à moi (petit aparté à ce sujet : les fabricants de cartes n'ont apparemment toujours pas appris l'existence de la loi sur le mariage pour tous, pas moyen de trouver des cartes avec deux hommes ou deux femmes. Je me doute que la demande n'est pas la même que pour les mariages hétéro mais un ou deux modèles, ça serait sympa), bref je reprends où j'en étais, j'étais au rayon des cartes de vœux du Gibert Joseph de Marseille et je suis tombée sur des cartes d'anniversaire genrées et contrairement à mes prévisions initiales je vais donc vous en faire une petite analyse aujourd'hui parce qu'à mes yeux ça représente parfaitement la façon dont la société élargit l'univers des garçons en les tournant vers l'extérieur et restreint celui des filles en les tournant vers l'intérieur et en particulier leur apparence.


Je précise que Gibert a placé les cartes deux par deux telles que je vous les ai prises en photo , les unes dans la colonne hommes et les autres dans la colonne femmes, je suis pas sûre que ce soit la même édition pour chaque exemple, mais en tout cas quelqu'un a trouvé ce choix pourtant si stéréotypé pertinent.


Naissance



Mise à part l'habituelle et toujours aussi irrationnelle dichotomie rose-bleu entre petites filles et petits garçons, les cartes sont les mêmes. Il semblerait que l'âge de nouveau-né soit le seul où le sexisme n'existe pas, où les petits garçons ont le même bonheur que les filles à être entourés de petites fleurs et de papillons avec un esprit pas encore formaté. Puis le conditionnement patriarcal se ramène, les petits garçons gagnent des « couilles » et ne s'intéressent plus à un truc aussi futile qu'une fleur.


Bon, OK, j'extrapole un peu la carte, j'avoue mais reconnaissez qu'il y a du vrai dans ce que je dis… On ne naît pas sexiste, on le devient.


Enfance


Dans ce nouveau duo, on voit que pendant que les filles se baladent gracieusement parmi les papillons dans un univers tout rose, vêtues de rose, les garçons eux ont découvert l'existence des autres couleurs et ont exploré l'univers de Games of Thrones, Westworld, Pirates des Caraïbes et Gravity.

A noter que je suis pas sure que ça soit la même édition, j'avais pas pensé à vérifier sur le coup, en tout cas j'ai cherché la version féminine de la carte « garçon » et je ne l’ai pas trouvée.


Adolescence



1ere constatation : Les papillons chez les filles n'ont toujours pas disparu….

2ème constation : On peut voir que chez les garçons…Oh, et puis je suis vraiment obligée de faire une analyse détaillée, là ? Sérieusement quoi…


L'âge adulte



VIREZ MOI CES SATANES PAPILLONS, BORDEL DE MERDE !!!!!


Bon à part ça, je vais vous dire à quoi j'ai pensé quand j'ai vu ces deux cartes côte-à-côte.


J'ai d'abord pensé à ma maman qui posséde un permis pour piloter des navires comme celui que vous voyez sur la carte postale pour homme.


J'ai ensuite pensé au 99,8% des femmes de cette planète qui sans posséder un permis trois-mâts seraient sans doute beaucoup plus inspirées par la carte qui donne envie de s'évader sur les mers du globe que par les mièvreries roses habituelles.


Et puis, je me suis faite la réflexion que si la carte « garçon » adulte a bien évolué depuis la carte nouveau-né, sur la carte femme il y a exactement les mêmes éléments et dans la même couleur que sur son équivalent infantile, la poussette en moins…Voilà, voilà…


Ce parcours à travers les âges est à présent terminé. On a donc constaté que les garçons ont découvert l'espace, le far-west, Westeros, les Caraïbes grâce à leur dernière super-console de jeu dernière génération, ont exploré le monde en voguant sur un voilier magnifique, ont regardé la télé, écouté de la musique, bref ont fait plein de trucs trop cool. Pendant ce temps les femmes se sont baladées dans un champ de fleurs et de papillons, toutes habillées en rose et maquillées.


C'est assez fou. Je sais pas si les personnes qui conceptualisent ces cartes se creusent la tête tout les jours sans succès pour savoir quels pourraient être les centres d'intérêt d'une femme, et comme ils y arrivent pas retombent tout le temps sur les mêmes inepties. Ou s'ils (et je dis ils et pas iels parce que si c'est des femmes qui ont pondu ça franchement voilà quoi..) ont la flemme de chercher à faire une carte sympa et originale pour ces nunuches et se contentent de dispatcher les trois éléments féminins indispensables à leurs yeux, à savoir FLEUR-ROSE-PAPILLON DE LUMIERE de manière aléatoire sur un rectangle A5.


Bon c'est pas grave, j'en dirais pas plus je m'en fous de ces cartes de vœux en vrai. Bon je m'en fous pas, je me fous de ces cartes en particulier c'est qu'une goutte dans l'océan du marketing genré je vais pas m'insurger contre ça plus que contre tout les autres trucs genrés sur lesquels j'ai la flemme d'écrire des articles. Mais ces cartes sont métaphoriques d'une certaine dichotomie qui s'exprime de plein de façons différentes mais qui dans le fond est la même.


Les femmes sont préoccupées par leur apparence (intérieur)/les hommes par le monde qui les entoure (extérieur)

Les femmes s'occupent de la maison (intérieur)/ Les hommes travaillent (extérieur)

Les femmes sont timident, angoissées, ont la parole coupée, se laissent parler de manière infantilisante (intérieur)/ Les hommes sont le centre de l'attention, font plein de blagues, se laissent pas faire, coupent la parole (extérieur)


Etc etc…


Tout ça c'est des comportements conditionnés par les cartes de vœux, les jeux, les pubs….. dès le plus jeune âge et qui à force d'être induits finissent par être vrais et contre lesquels nous les féministes nous nous efforçons de lutter.


Pour finir sur une note plus positive, j'ai écrit cet article avec la télé en fond le mardi 22 août. France 2 diffusait la demi-finale de la Coupe du Monde de Rugby féminine (GROS big up à toutes les assos féministes qui se battent pour la visibilité des femmes dans le sport). TF1 diffusait Camping Paradis avec entre autres l'histoire d'un garçon qui essayait de faire tant bien que mal comprendre à son père que son truc c'était la couture et pas le foot… Donc oui, les choses évoluent dans le bon sens, mais des fois je trouve ça désespéremment long….


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En français ce matin on a fait un débat sur la mutilation, en plein cours on est partis dans ce sujet, c'était incroyablement génial, entre cette fille qui se mutilait avant, qui l'a dit ouvertement d'ailleurs, ce mec qui prenait pour des fous les gens qui font ça, ces personnes qui disaient que c'est un appel au secour, puis ceux qui ne comprenaient pas pourquoi certains faisaient ça, mon prof qui nous écoutait débattre et qui intervenait parfois, j'ai adoré cette heure de cours, c'était intéressant, palpitant et incroyable à la fois. J'aurai voulu que vous soyez là, vous tous.

Y'a un moment, je passe devant le lycée qui est dans ma rue et là je surprend une conversation entre une fille qui est en train de manger une banane et un relou.
Relou en mode bien insistant sur comment c'est salace : ha ouais tu manges des bananes comme ça toi. Il part dans un rire gras.
Elle: ben tu veux que je la mange comment, boulet va
Et elle a continué et lui s'est senti tout nul, c'était trop bien!
[Mark] Teacher's Pet (Chapter 55)

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Today where finally meeting Mark’s friend, the soccer player, Alexandre Lacazette. I don’t know why, but I’m a little bit nervous about meeting him, maybe because he’s a celebrity, but overall I’m excited. It’s another occasion to hear stories about Mark. Mark leads the way to a huge avenue. He says this place is called Brautteaux and that there’s another mall not far from here. Mark leads us to a small cafe, and his friend is already there with a lovely lady next to him. He sees us and smiles broadly, rising from his seat as well as his female friend. Alexandre is black, a little bit short but still taller than me, which is not hard to be.

Mon beau gosse!” Alexandre beams, holding his arms wide open for Mark.

Mon gars sûr! Putain, ça fait plaisir.” Mark gives him a big bear hug, patting his back, all boyish. Alexandre pulls away and holds him at arms length.

Hey, dis, t'as fais d'la muscu?” He says, feeling Mark’s arms through his shirt, and I’m guessing he’s talking about him bulking up. “Mais c'est que t'es tout beau mon chaton!” He says, pinching his cheek. Mark laughs.

Merci, ma caille. T'es pas mal non plus.” He replies, patting his friend’s shoulder before turning to me.

Alex, j'te présente Abigail, ma copine.” He says to his friend, and I believe he’s making the introductions.

“Abby, this is Alex.” He says to me.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” I extend my hand, and he takes it. Taking me by surprise, he brings it to his lips and kisses it, bowing politely.

“It’s a pleasure.” He murmurs. My eyes widen in panic and I glance at Mark who, surprising me even more, is laughing.

“Outrageous bastard.” He says, shaking his head in disbelief. Alexandre lets me go and turns to the lovely brunette next to him.

“And let me introduce Capucine, my cherie.” He says, and I think he means she’s his girlfriend or something. She gushes, at me, and pulls me in a hug.

“Nice to meet you.” She says. Her accent is lovely.

“It’s a pleasure for me too.” I blush, taken aback by her friendliness. I can already tell she’s very extrovert and easygoing. She releases me then hugs Mark as well.

“Alex talked a lot about you.” She says to him. He smirks, draping an arm around me and pulling me to his side.

“I’m not Jackie Chan’s son, if that’s what he told you.” He says, and we all laugh.

“He told me that, but I didn’t believe him.” Capucine says.

“Sit down.” Alexandre waves towards the two hairs in front of us and we all sit down around the table before ordering our drinks.

“So, how did you guys meet?” Alexandre asks us.

“You didn’t tell him?” I ask Mark. As long as I recall evey single of his relatives that I met already knew. Mark shrugs.

“She was my student.” He says, and the couple gasps in union.

“No way!” Capucine utters, her lovely green eyes all wide. “He was your teacher?!”

“My maths teacher, yes.” I blush.

“That’s crazy!” She squeals, and I have to giggle. I’m going to like her.

“How old are you?” Alexandre asks me.

“Nineteen.” I reply without any hesitation, and hold his gaze, wanting to see if he’s judging us or not. If he judges us, I’m done with him. He smirks and looks at Mark.

Maintenant tu tapes dans les jeunes? Il était temps!” He says, and I don’t understand a word of his sentence. I think he’s teasing Mark.

Ferme ta grande geule, toi.” Mark replies, narrowing his eyes at him, but I think they are playing.

“What about you guys, how did you meet?” Mark asks the other couple. Alexandre grins and swings an arm over Capucine’s shoulders.

“She’s Gourcuff’s little sister.” He says proudly.

“You’re kidding.” Mark is astonished.

“Who’s Gourfuff?” I ask, wanting to keep up.

“Gourcuff.” Mark corrects. “He used to play for France, he’s retired now.” He says. She’s a soccer player’s little sister? Cooooool. But shouldn’t we be surrounded by paparazzis? We’re in a public place in the center of the city, and no one seems to be recognizing the couple.

“How long have you been together for?” Mark asks them.

“A year.” Capucine says. “And you?”

“Eight months.” Mark says.

“-ish.” I correct. Mark looks at me and grins.

“-ish.” He kisses my nose.

Hey, les gars, qu'est ce qu'on fait aujourd'hui?” Capucine pipes up, and Alexandre and Mark look at each other while I stare blankly at her.

“Sorry.” She says to me. “I want to go out tonight, let’s go to a club.” She proposes. Clubbing? Yeah! I’ll be with Mark, he can’t say no! When I look at him he’s scratching his chin pensively, and Alexandre is doing the same.

Allez, ça va etre fun!” She says cutely to Alexandre before kissing his cheek. He melts instantly, grinning like a fool.

Le miens, alors.” He says to her.

“Abigail, do you want to go?” Mark asks me. I nod enthusiastically, but then somethings occurs me.

“But I have nothing to wear.” I murmur, feeling stupid. Why didn’t I think about this?!

“We can go shopping!” Capucine squeals.

“Yes!” I squeal back at her and give her a high five. Her enthusiasm is contagious!

“Yes! Shopping during the afternoon, and clubbing at night! Good plan!” She says to the two other men who seem less interested.

“Let’s go to the Part Dieu! It’s just at the end of the avenue, it’s a big mall.” She says to me, ignoring our lazy men.

“I don’t want to go shopping.” Alexandre speaks for both of them. She makes a sound with her mouth and gives him a level look.

“We’ll go on our own.” She lifts her chin proudly, and I have to laugh. She an actress too!

“You guys can go play soccer.” She says, and suddenly reality hits me. Mark won’t let me go with her unless he’s with me. He could come, but I would love a girl’s day with Capucine, she’s so much fun.

“No, I’m coming with you.” Mark says sternly.

“No!” Capucine admonishes. She gets up from her seat and walks around the table, grabbing my hand and pulling me on my feet. Mark watches, bemused. He studies me intently, and I have to look away.

Laisse les entre filles.” Alexandre says, and I think he’s trying to tell him to let us go. “Depuis quand t'es aussi coincé du cul? Laisse les s'amuser. Faut qu'on ratrappe le temps perdu.”

When Mark rises from his chair Capucine comes between him and I, protecting me. Mark laughs.

Je vais pas la kidnapper.” He says to her, and she takes a careful step aside. He comes and cups my face, making me look up at him.

“You can go.” He murmurs. My face lights up like Christmas.

“Really?” I beam at him, and he smile.

“Yes.” He says.

“Thank you.” I kiss him. Before I know it Capucine has my hand in hers.

“Have fun.” He says, letting me go, and Capucine drags me away.

“Abby!” He calls from afar.

“Yes?” I call back, turning around.

“Text me!” He shouts.

“Okay!” I reply before turning back to Capucine who is leading me to her car.

“You have to ask him for permission?” She asks me, an eyebrow raised.

“No.” I reply, offended, and she lets out a sigh of relief. But actually I’m not sure. I did not ask him for permission, and I wouldn’t have, but then I know he wouldn’t have let me go if he wanted to keep me with him. Did I quietly ask for permission or did he just give it to me? I don’t want to dwell on this today.

-

Capucine leads me to a classy store, you know, the kind of stores in which you’re scared to touch the clothes. I can afford it though, all the money I saved for redecorating my room is in my bag. I can afford but nothing really catches my eye. Giving up on this store, I go find Capucine and see what she’s found.

“Look what I found for you!” She squeals, holding a hanger.

“Holy shit.” Is all I can say, this dress is absolutely magnificent. But it’s way too osé for me. She thrusts the hanger in my face.

“What? No.” I gently push it away, though it breaks my heart.

“Allez! Come on, try it on.” She says. This dress is so tempting, but not for me. Capucine doesn’t have to try really hard, the next minute I’m already trying it on. I push the curtain open. Her mouth falls open as she stares at me.

“Wow.” She says. I nod, because even to me, this dress is wow.

“Elle est pas trop belle?” She asks a random shopper. The woman looks at me and smiles.

“Prenez la.” She says, and I look at Capucibe, at complete loss.

“She says you have to take it.” She translates for me. I roll my eyes. No, I’m not taking this dress. The stranger leaves and I’m left with my new girlfriend.

“Mark will love it.” She says. Mark? I look at myself again. Yes, he’ll love it, I know it, but I’m not sure I feel comfortable wearing this. It would please him, I think. Oh, hell, he let me go shopping without fussing, I should go all out and prove him he was right to let me do. I’m going all out tonight, for my man.

“Okay.” I say to Capucine.

“Voui!” She cheers and starts a little dance, making me laugh.

After the store we buy shoes and accessories and make a quick stop by a lingerie store. I need knew lingerie, Mark was right, my body’s changing, and the lingerie I had bought before the trip is too small for me now.

-

It’s six in the evening when Capucine and I join our men at some soccer field. It’s empty except for Mark and Alexandre, and I notice shopping bags on the lawn at the entry of the small stadium. I realise it’s the first time I see Mark play.

Capucine and I keep watching them, and they are unaware of our presence. Mark says something to Alexandre, and the other man moves so he’s standing in front of the goal, but not as a goalie. Alexandre is scared, uneasy as Mark drops their ball on the penalty Mark. He takes a few steps back, but Alex stops him, wanting to give up. I have no idea what they are trying to do.

Mark laughs at his friend and tells him to turn around if he’s scared, and Alexandre does so, giving him his back. Mark kicks the ball, and manages to make it change it’s trajectory. He shoots straight but it goes around Alexandre and into the net. Alex cheers, amazed by what Mark has just done, and frankly, I am too, I have no idea how he managed to do this.

Alexandre kicks the ball up in the air, Mark watches and prepares to catch it. He blocks it between his thighs, does something with his leg to get the ball right under his crotch, kicks it downwards so it bounces back on the ground behind him and flies up in the air. It lands in front of him, straight on his waiting foot. My jaw drops. How does he do this? He kicks the ball to Alexandre.

Cadre par derrière et centre.” Alex says, standing next to the goal. Mark nods and takes a few steps back. Alex kicks the ball high towards Mark, and my awesome soccer player of a boyfriend puts one of his ankle behind the knee of his other leg, receiving the ball on his foot. Its bounces up in the air, giving Mark time to prepare himself for a strong kick that goes straight into the goal. God, this is so hot. He’s a sex and a soccer god. While Alex plays with the ball Mark pulls his phone out. My phone rings seconds later, and I smile.

“Hello?” I say into the phone.

“Hi. Where are you?” Mark asks, and I see him kicking the ground, a hand in his pocket.

“Just checking out hot guys with Capucine.” I tease, and see his whole body freeze and tense up.

“What?” He says, and I giggle. Getting up from the bleachers, I whistle loudly. Mark whirls around and spots me, smiling in relief. He trots towards me, grinning, and Alex follows.

“Abigail Kraige, I swear to god…” He mutters, sweeping me up in his arms and spinning me a round. I laugh out loud as he puts me back down.

“You scared me.” He says before kissing me.

“You let me go away.” I say in wonder, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Yes, I did.” He smiles.

“Why?”

“I told you, I don’t want to kill your fun. I will sometimes, but I tried to be reasonable.” He says. Mmmh, I like reasonable Mark.

“Thank you.” I get on my tiptoes and kiss him tenderly.

“You’re welcome.” He says.

“What did you buy?” He asks, pointing at all our shopping bags in the bleachers.

“You’ll see tonight.” I tease, and he smirks.

“You went shopping too?” I point at their bags. He shrugs.

“I need to look good for my girl.” He gives me a dazzling smile that makes me melt to the ground. The soccer ball pokes at my feet; Alexandre has dropped it and he and Capucine are being indecent on the lawn.

“Where did you get that ball?” I ask Mark.

“A kid who was playing here when we arrived. He’s looking for a pen to get a sign from Alex.” He explains.

“We’ll leave as soon as I have signed his ball, I’m sure he’s going to bring his whole family.” Alex calls from the ground, Capucine giggling under him.

“We’ll eat at my house and get ready there, yeah?” He says.

“But my makeup is at our hotel.” I reply.

“You don’t need makeup.” Mark says, but it doesn’t comfort me.

“You’ll take mine.” Caoucine proposes. That comforts me. I wink at her. She winks back and looks at Mark.

“Let me tell you, you’re going to love her outfit.” She says to him. Mark looks down at me and wriggles his eyebrows.

“I don’t doubt it.” He teases.

-

By house I’m sure Alexandre meant villa. He lives in a huge place in a suburb of Lyon, with a pool and a huge garden. He lives there with Capucine. Dinner was friendly and animated, we drank champagne and talked about every possible subject then Capucine and I started getting ready around eight. We get dolled up in one of the six rooms of the villa, doing each other’s hair and make up. Capucine slips her tight black strapless dress on and finishes preparing herself a second before me. Telling me she’s going to show Alexandre her outfit she exists quickly while I stand in front of the body length mirror.

I can’t believe how I’m looking right now. If I had thought I had gone all out for my birthday, now I understand I was at half of my potential. I’m wearing the expensive outfit I bought today: my dress is white with transparent glitters, it has long sleeves and no cleavage, in the front at least, because there is a huge U in my back that shows a clear path of my skin.

The dress stops mid-thigh, and then I’m all legs. I’m wearing black high heels with thin straps around the ankles and my toes and a thin heel. The single button of my dress is at my nape, and it’s hidden by my hair. Capucine worked it into big fluffy curls, and flipped a lot of it to one side, tucking the rest behind my ear. My skin is looking absolutely perfect, matt, no shining. My eye makeup is relatively discreet, with just some mascara and eyeliner, but that’s just because I have the reddest mouth ever.

Capucine and I call ourselves nails twins because all of our nails are white now. I look good. I’m glad I’m a paranoid. I’m always so scared people in the hotel will steal my stuffs that I always keep the chocker Mark offered me for my birthday in my bag, and it matches my outfit perfectly.

Hell, I look freaking hot. I have no doubt, Mark will love my outfit, but the only thing that worries me is that he probably won’t let me go out like this. Someone knocks on the door.

“Abby, baby, are you ready?” It’s Mark’s voice. “Alex and Capucine are fucking in the living room, can I come in?” He asks. I take one last glance at myself and turn around.

“Yes.” I call. The door opens and closes, but Mark doesn’t appear yet. It’s only when he takes a few steps in that he sees me. He’s wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons open, black pants and white low sneakers. He looks outrageously gorgeous, and we’re matching. He freezes and looks at me from head to toe. He looks shocked, but I don’t know if it positively or negatively, but the only thing I can think of right now is how hot he looks.

“Holy shit.” We both say at the same tine. His eyes that were glued to my legs look up at me, in the eyes. There is a wolfish glow in them, and it’s so intense that I bite my lip. He strides over to me, and I open my mouth to tell him he looks like a god but I’m cut off my his tongue plunging inside.

He pins me against the nearest wall and starts devouring my mouth, my face in his hands, his body pressed hard against me, making it hard for me to breathe. He groans and moves against, thrusting his hips forward, making me feel his erection, and dragging a moan from my throat.

“Fuck.” He curses as he breaks away, and I gasp for air. He throws his head back and looks up at the ceiling, his chest heaving as he pants. He tangles his hands in my hair and tugs, tilting my head back and crashing his lips onto mine once more. I’m helpless, a moaning mess as his tongue takes possession of my mouth and my whole being.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He mutters against my lips. He runs his hands down my back and groans. Yes, Mark, open back.. My lipstick is waterproof, but I’m sure he’s ruined it. But when he pulls away again, his lips are intact.

“Sorry.” He breathes against my lips, and I giggle breathlessly.

“Damn you, lady, you make me lose my self-control. I thought I was going to…” He sighs but doesn’t finish his sentence. Going to just take me without even asking permission? There’s only one word that would qualify that, and I know why he doesn’t want to use it. But I know I’ll never say no, I completely surrender to him physically.

“You know I never say no unless I’m mad.” I reply. He too close for me to see his eyes but I see his lips curling upward. He pulls away from me, eyes blazing.

“You look amazing, Abigail. Breathtaking, mouthwatering, and most of all very, very sexy.” He says appreciatively. I blush, and I don’t know if it’s because of his words, or the way he’s looking at me, or the fact that I want him to do rude things to me. He grabs my hips and turns me around, seeing my open back.

“Jesus, this dress should come with a health warning.” He says, and my inner bitch hugs herself. “Look what you’ve done to me.” He murmurs, pushing his hips against my behind, his erection prominent.

“Bloody hell, Abby.” He mutters before tuning me around again and guiding me towards the bed.

“I can’t- I need to-”

“Alex and Capucine.” I cut him off, already kneeling by the bed. Mark knees behind me and pushes the skirt of my dress up.

“They’re going at it downstairs. That’s why I left th- a thong?” He gasps, and I smirk.

“Remember the gift for when we would be here?” I tease, wriggling my behind seductively.

“Goddammit, Abigail.” He mutters, grabbing the tiny string behind my cheeks and pushing to the side.

“You’re a little minx.” He says before slamming into me. I bite my tongue just in time before a cry escapes me. The familiar fullness is exquisite, and just having him inside of me sends waves of electricity to my sensitive nerves.

“We’ll have to be quick, Abby.” He murmurs, his voice tight. I groan, both because of my arousal and my deception. I want this to last. Mark starts to move, fast, aggressive. A desperate moan escapes me though I do my best to keep silent as Mark pounds on, reaching deep, lifting the edge off my hunger…or feeding it. I savour every sensation, every tingle, and they make my blood sing and my body roar.

Mark grabs my upper arms and pulls me to him so I’m practically sitting on him, changing the angle and reaching deeper, making it hard for me to keep silent. I pant, my heavy breaths matching his punishing rhythm. He snakes his arms around me, one hand curling around my throat and the other slipping past the fine lace of my tongue to find my sensitive buddle of nerves. My hips jerk involuntarily, my body feeling overstimulated. I start to feel dizzy with pleasure, my head spins and my vision blurs, and I’m all sensations. I feel myself throbbing, pulsating around him, the tingles inside me starting to become unbearable. He rubs my clitoris in circles while picking up speed and intensity. My head falls back against his shoulder as I pant loudly, my hips stuttering without my consent. I don’t control anything anymore, it’s just my body feeling, relishing, taking the pleasure.

“Be quick, Abby.” Mark groans into my ear, his hips shaking a little. I moan but hold it back, milking every sensation I can get.

“Come on.” He murmurs, taking my clitoris between his fingers and tugging. I manage not to scream but I start to spasm, my hips jerking and my legs closing themselves around him. He does it again.

“Please.” I breathe. He changes his motion and starts circle his hips against me, fast and urgent, and it’s absolutely devastating. I let out a begging mewl and Mark moans, my body quivering against his. He holds me still, slowly pulls out of me, then slams back up into me with a violent thrust.

“Shit!” I whisper, my body jerking forward. He does it again, once, twice, three times…

“Now.” He grunts, and on the fourth time I fall apart, starting to shake as my orgasm ravages me like a tornado. I come and come while Mark pounds into me, finding his own release as I lose myself in oblivion.

I lean against the bed, still kneeling, panting, trying to catch my breath. Mark is holding my hips, still pulsating inside of me, his head on my back as our bodies slowly to back to sanity. We stay like this for minutes, hours maybe.

“What you do to my body terrifies me.” Mark whispers, pulling out of me.

“What you to my body makes me come really hard.” I reply, and hear him chuckle. I hear the sharp noise of his zipper, and then he pulls my dress down so I’m covered again. Something occurs me.

“We didn’t even lock the door.” I murmur.

“No, I forgot. Come, let’s go find Alex and Capucine.” He says, pulling me to my feet. In the mirror I check my makeup, it’s still intact and perfect. I really need to buy my makeup from Mac. Grabbing my black clutch bag, I follow Mark out of the room.

-

The

Petit Sucre

is one of the biggest club in Lyon, no wonder, Alexandre owns it. We are welcomed by a few photographers as we step out of Alexandre’s car. Mark has a protective arm firmly wrapped around my waist as we fight our way to the doors. Of course, we don’t queue and are allowed in without any problem. The interior is huge, all neons, black and white, with tables for the richest and a big dancefloor. Alexandre leads us to a table which is watching over the dancefloor. I think it the VIP area, but then everything here is luxurious. The music is threatening to make the building explode, but it’s a good thumping. This is going to be a great night, I am determined to have fun. I’m dancing on my seat when a waiter comes to take our orders. Mark settles for water, Alex and Capucine opt for gin tonic’s, then the waiter asks what I would like.

“Champagne.” My answer is immediate.

Non, de l'eau pour elle.” Mark snaps, and the shock makes me look at him. I don’t know what he’s ordered for me, but he’s going against my will. Before I can contradict him, the waiter has registered our orders and left. I gape at him, shocked but not in a good way.

“I want to drink Champagne.” I say to him.

“You’ve drunken enough for tonight. I don’t want you drunk.” He replies. I don’t want to be drunk, but I want to do whatever I want.

“I won’t get drunk, I promise. I just want to have fun.” I squeeze his knee reassuringly.

“Sober fun is the best fun. No more alcohol for you tonight.” He says sternly, souring my mood with his bossy manners. I find back the man I thought I would never see again, the one who’s impossibly controlling. One step forward and three steps back, here we are again. It’s like my panic attack hadn’t changed anything.

“No, Mark, you don’t get to do that. I’ll drink whatever I damn please, and I won’t get drunk. Hell, I’ll get drunk if I want to.” I mutter, holding his gaze. His lips curl upward.

“You’re officially defying me.” He says, a warning edge in his voice.

“No, you’re

defying me. I’m just doing what’s in my right. You can’t dictate my life. I thought we had made it clear.” I reply. Alex and Capucine are listening, not losing a word of our exchange, but I don’t care.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not dictating your life, we’re just talking about tonight.” Mark says.

“He has a point.” Alex’s words pull my eyes to his, and I glare at him.

“You’re the referee now?” I snap coldly. His eyes widen and he flinches, holding his palms up in defense. The waiter comes back and drops a glass of water in front of me. I ignore it.

“Drink this.” Mark pushes the class closer to me. I cross my arms over myself, like a child, yes.

“No.” I mutter. Mark laughs a little, slightly amused, but very, very displeased and frustrated.

Laisse la tranquille.” Alex says to him.

“What are you saying?” I snap. I don’t want him to be on his side and encourage him. I need support. It’s obvious he’s being too controlling. I can’t count on Capucine, she’s glued at Alex’s side, running her hand up and down her chest, barely paying attention to Mark and I. Mark swings an arm on the backrest of the bench and scoots close to me.

“Okay, now, we have two options.” He says into my ear. “Either you snap out of this mood and have a good night, or you keep being sulky and disrespectful to my friend and we leave.” He says, his voice firm and cold. I flush instantly, because he’s too damn right. I let my anger make me become the one who’s wrong.

“I’m sorry Alex.” I mumble, looking up at him. He hits me with one of his smiles reserved for ladies.

“I understand. I didn’t know he was like this. He’s definitely not the who’s going to make me gay.” He jokes, but I don’t laugh.

“What’s your choice?” Mark presses.

“You said you didn’t want to kill my fun.” I mutter.

“Not when your fun consists in getting drunk.” He replies.

“It consists in doing whatever the fuck I damn want.” I hiss, glowering at him. His mood snaps, and suddenly he’s mad. He grabs my jaw and pulls my face close.

“Watch your mouth.” He growls. I push his hand away and lift my chin, freeing myself from him. How dares he manhandle me like this? In front of people! I itch to slap him across the face. Hell, I’m mad. I’m furious, but I don’t want to make a scene. I need to get away from him, right now. If he thinks he’s going to prevent me from drinking, he doesn’t know shit about me.

“Capucine, come dance with me?” I turn to my girlfriend, totally ignoring Mark. She jumps at the mention of her name, pulled out of her daze. She tears her love struck eyes away from her boyfriend.

“Yep.” She nods and rises from her seat. I stand, discreetly grabbing my clutch, where my money is.

“Leave your bag.” Mark says, and before I can react he’s already taken it. Shit. Huffing, I join Capucine and give her my elbow, leading her to the dancefloor.

“Please, pay me a drink. I’ll pay you back as soon as I can.” I say desperately. She gives me a warm smile.

“Don’t worry, it’s on me. You’re boyfriend loves you, but he’s impossible.” She says, and winks, joining the conspiracy. Oh  man, I really like this girl. We fight our way through the dancers and finally reach the bar. Turning around, I perceive Mark at our table, he and Alex are watching us. I know he won’t do anything as long as he doesn’t see me drink, but he’s staring, watching me intently. I have to come up with a plan.

Once Capucine has ordered whatever she ordered for both of us I take her hand and pull her in a dance. The beat is electro with a lot of thumping, and I move to the rhythm but not too wildly. From the corner of my eye I see Mark still watching us. Capucine drapes an arm around my waist from the front, placing her hand on my lower back and we turn around each other in rhythm. She leans closer to my ear.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I’m totally with you on this, girl, but will you face the consequences?” She shouts over the music. I glance at Mark again discreetly, and he’s still eyeing us. The bartender drops four shots of vodka in front of us, since I’m the one facing him during our little dance, he addresses me a small smile. Four shots? I glance at Mark again, his jaw is clenched, and he’s glaring, agitated, waiting for me to cross the line.

“Yeah.” I reply, pulling away from her and turning her around to the bar.

“I like you.” She slaps my behind, and I giggle.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” I say nervously. I take one glass and turn around, finding Mark looking straight at me from our table. I raise my glass to him, provoking him, and drink it down. My throat burns, but it’s liberating. Turning to the bar once more, I quickly empty my second shot and Capucine does the same before paying the bartender. When I turn back around Mark is not at his seat. Shit. He’s coming to get me. Grabbing her hand, I lead Capucine away from the bar, going in the middle of the huge dancefloor. He’ll never find us in the middle of all the dancers. When I decide we’re lost enough I stop and glance around. We’re almost submerged by the crowd, there’s no way he can find us. Capucine laughs out loud, and I can’t help but join her, laughing and dancing in celebration. Mark is going to kill me, but me and my girlfriend are having a blast. We start to dance, and I move bravely while Capucine throws herself around, making me laugh some more. I close my eyes and let my body move, feeling happy with my little stunt.

When I open my eyes Capucine is giving me the thumbs up. The dancefloor is spinning a little and I sway a bit. I’m definitely drunk.

“Capucine! I’m drunk!” I yell over the music. She laughs and holds her hand uo. I give her a high five and resume dancing. I close my eyes again and feel two familiar hands on my waist. They travel lower and squeeze my behind. He’d flirting now? I thought he would be mad. Even if he isn’t, I still am, and I don’t need him now, I’m having a good time with my girlfriend. When I open my eyes Capucine is frozen, looking at me in horror. Am I that bad? I look down and grab Mark’s hands, seeing they are black. The hands on me are black.

Homecoming spirit week!

La spirit week est une semaine au mois de septembre, une semaine de “fun” où il y a une compétition entre les différentes classes. Elle culmine avec le bal le samedi soir au lycée. Chaque jour on doit se déguiser selon un thème. Il y a certaines personnes qui ne se déguisent pas du tout et certaines personnes évidemment qui sont totalement dans l’abus:’) Le midi il y a des petits jeux pendant les lunch et l’élection du meilleur costume de la journée. Le lycée est aussi décoré pour l’occasion et chaque classe se charge de la décoration d’une partie du lycée. Cette année le théme était “ around the world” donc il y avait beaucoup de dessins de pays, de drapeaux, d’avions. Le gagnant de la meilleur décoration était la classe de 2018 donc les Terminales, mais c’est le cas chaque année car les Terminales gagnent tout les compétitions. Une autre compétition est le match de football américains entre les filles junior et les filles senior ( ce n’est  qu’un sport pour garçon d’habitude) où les joueurs doivent eux faire les cheerleaders. Le vendredi il y a une assemblée à la fin des cours avec plusieurs choses: l’équipe de danse fait un mini spectacle, les cheerleaders aussi, l’ocherstre performe, chaque sport présente son équipe et ses résultats, et les nominées pour “l’homecoming court” défile. Ce sont les couples nominées pour être élu Roi et Reine du bal. Il doivent même porter une écharpe “homecoming court” vendredi et pendant le bal. C’est un honneur pour les américains d’être nominés car tu es présenté devant tout le monde sur ton implication au lycée, les sports et les clubs. Le vendredi il y a le match de football américain ( le match masculin ). Les clubs vendent de la nourriture avant et pendant la mi-temps, l’équipe de danse performe, l’orchestre aussi et les nominées pour l’homecoming court sont présentés et défilent une nouvelle fois. Les américains sont encore plus déchaînés que d’habitude pour leur chants et leur applaudissements. On a pas pu s’assoir pendant tout le match, mes jambes n’en pouvaient plus. Ensuite samedi soir il y a le bal de 19h à 22h. Certaines personnes y vont avec un date mais la plupart y vont avec un groupe d’amis, ce que j’ai fait. Le plus marrant est de prendre les photos de groupes et le diner. On est allé dans un mignon petit parc et on a pris je ne sais pas combien de photos. Ensuite on est allé diner chez une des filles ( pates, salade, verrines, cupcakes..) puis au bal. La bas le roi et la reine du bal sont appelés. J’étais vraiment déçue par la musique au bal, c’est pas de la musique ça je suis désolée c’est juste du son. Même les américains n’aiment pas. Sinon les américains dansent vraiment collés-serrés je ne pensais pas. Après je suis allée chez une amie et rentrée à la maison vers 11h. Et oui ça finit tôt les fêtes ici :’)

C’ETAIT TROP BIEN *-**-*

Okay so I decided to do a follow forever!!!
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AREQUIPA, sur la route de Tacna (27 mars 2014)

Direction cette fois Arequipa, la ville blanche, on redescend doucement vers le Chili. Petite ville agréable, petit marché artisanal (petit petit, peu fourni, on est déçues ! ), on y fait nos dernières emplettes avant de repartir pour Tacna, à la frontière, par une route des plus incroyables ! Impressionnante, désertique, on y croise quand même quelques camions et on y trouve même de la publicité façon cailloux sur colline, sisi, je vous jure !