lostfleurdumal

I have to recognize that at the beginning, I used to be disgusted by it. Too sticky, too whitish, tasting (honnestly) not really that good :P...
My first boyfriends were not allowed to cum but in my cunt or in their condoms.

Then, I fell in love a couple times (seriously, I mean) and that makes you do silly stuff you wouldn't allow otherwise. I got used receiving cum on my kitty, on my butt, then on my breast... etc... and finally on my face and in my mouth (actually I accepted to receive it in my mouth before I accepted to receive it on my face).

At first, it was a sacrifice. I was doing it for my boyfriend's pleasure. And they would complain about my tendency to run away to the bathroom immediatly following the receipt.

Nowadays, I kinda enjoy it. Not everytime, depends on my mood and whether I feel like washing my hair again. I even have some preference depending on the days. So we end up negotiating on the landing area (since we are not always on the same line).

The last stronghold for my cum-disgust is the swallowing thingy ! Taking it in my mouth (under the tongue) is fine, but swallowing is still hard. It really makes me feel like a slut. When I do that, I really feel like I am "used" and I need some comfort, some loving moves from him to feel confident about his love, respect and feelings for him.
Therefore, I feel like kissing in such moments. And as you probably know, there is nothing men fear about as much as they want to see you swallow but tasting male cum, including their own.

One previous boyfriend did not care, and would accept kissing me after I swallowed his cum. So he prolly is the one who convinced me to do it the more often.

But beyond these anecdotic stories, it really demonstrates how male are intolerant in sex. They want you to drink their cum, but won't taste any. They want you to have a threesome with another girl, but they are too jalous to let you have a threesome with another man. They want you to be fucked in the ass, but they won't allow you return the favor. Etc... Etc... Etc... I somewhat feel like men tend to still consider women as their sex toys/slaves. They could be more tolerant and understanding with your limits.

Current Location:	USA, my flat
Current Mood:	bitchy

It happened a night of winter. He was leaving so far away from me... I met him during holidays, saw each other a few days. We had to wait a many months before seeing each other again, and when it did, I was so very happy, it was such a releif. At this age, such a love story which resists time and distance sounds incredible, and therefore it occurred to me that he might be the right time to do it for the first time.
Of course he did ask first. And I agreed. Actually, I was looking forward to it, deep in me. The right night, I left him in the bedroom and went to the bathroom to prepare myself. Didn't have much to do. I just undressed there. And starred at me in the mirror for a very long time. So much was running through my mind... Will he be attracted to my body? Will everything be fine? Will he hurt me? What if we fail? What if I am making a mistake? How will I feel after, spoiled? Etc... Etc...
I switched off the light, put some robe on me, and head to the bedroom finally. He was sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I reach me, he starts carressing me through my robe, then stands up, giving me an intense embrace and kiss, and makes me fall with him on the bed.

He decided, after on long french kiss, to go scout the zone and headed down kissing, and awkwardly licking my pussy. He didn't stayed down there very long, probably disappointed by my lack of reaction. He lied on me and asked me one last time whether I was certain to be ok. I kissed him back as a response and he started trying to put things in motion and actually penetrate me. I remember how he was pushing with his dick, very strongly, on all areas around my pussy, hurting me a bit. I explained him he shouldn't need to push so strong provided he would aim at my hole. He then started to try to help himself with this hand, rubbing his dick on my very wet pussy, trying to find the hole.
His issues might have been caused by the fact that I was very contracted. So he requested to have the lights switched on. I agreed reluctantly. He kept trying, still in vain, trying with his finger now. I decided to help myself. I took his dick in my hand and placed it right in front of my vagine, but he pushed so strong at that moment that I got slightly hurt and made an anxious noise.

He retreated, explaining he was sorry. We both wanted to it happen that day and didn't want to renounce on such failure. We discussed ideas to find a solution, and he proposed to change position. He wanted to try from behind, claiming he read it was much easier. I ended up giving up, upon pressure, and I offered him my butt, adopting the doggy style position.
Things weren't much easier, but apparently, he had a better understanding of my anatomy from this point of view. He managed to push his dick inside of me, our moves were very jerky and spasmodic. I was anxious he would push to far and hurt me. I felt increasingly humiliated to be taken as slut for my first time and he ended up cuming inside of me quite fast as tear drops were already running on my cheeks.

He fell upon me, lying on my back, so that I ended up falling on the bed, lying on my stomach with him on top. I heard his hectic breath, a kiss in the nape of the neck. He then fell on my side, opposite side of my face. He didn't pronounce the words I was yearning for.

I didn't want to give him the impress it was a complete failure, so I swallowed my tears, and tried to be of the best composition I could. But it took me time to accept a "second time".

(I should maybe stop writing when I head back home after a night out... doesn't seem to be the hour of the day I am the most cheerful).

Current Location:	USA, my flat
Current Mood:	apathetic

I realise and understand now the interest of building communities of online friends, in order to keep track of each other.
I also find it much easier to ask people writing private journals to invite me as a friend. It is more frank and direct. When someone has an open journal, I always feel like an hypocrit when I ask such person to become a friend. Can I sincerely pretend I know such person and that he/she interests me when I didn't even take the time to go through what he/she has already published? I feel like such person has an open book about her/himself and that I don't even start by taking the time to read it all before pretending I would enjoy to getting to know such person better. So I always feel like unless I haven't read the whole journal, I am cheating when I want to invite someone as a friend.
Now, with people having private journal, I can be honnest. I know nothing about you, I have no idea whether you are talented or not, whether I'd feel like reading even one of your posts. I have no idea whether we have things in common. Please be my friend !

So I will carry on with this logic ! Plus so far I always had nice surpises once I made it in...

Current Location:	USA, my office
Current Mood:	contemplative

Before arriving in the United States, it never really occurred to me that I could someday share a full sex experience with a person of the same sex.

Not that it is dangerous, risky or extremely rare in France. It is just that I felt that doing so would mean entering into a "category". The category of lesbians, which I didn't feel that I did belong to, or of porn stars, which I didn't want to belong to.

Especially in my relatively modest town of province where I spent my high school years, I knew everybody would know about it very soon and that I would never be considered the same anymore.

I felt this way, cause I considered it. But not through real life.

There wasn't much to do in this city. I did belong to a relatively protective family and I couldn't leave the house easily and go out spending time with friends all the time. I had to find an occupation when I was at home, at evenings. From chatting, I moved to online gaming. And it is within MMORPGs and other online games that I was confronted in a less intimating manner to same sex relations.

When you spend time online, you soon end up spending times with other girls, since most guys spending time there are even more childish and immature than in real life (where the gap is sometimes less important). Considering the fact that you often gain advantage being married with another player, that a relatively high proportion of female characters are played by guys, that inhibitions are naturally not that important online than in real life, it is easy to be tempted, at some point, to experience it.

Before this, despite real life "experiences", I did not consider it seriously. The only experience irl which happened before that was when I was much younger, in school. I was 13, which is young. I didn't even have a boyfriend back then. A Polish girl joined our class in our small school in this little town. She was much more mature than every of us. Mentally of course. She behaved in a much more mature, provocative and feminine manner than us.

Our little group of girlfriends soon adopter her, and I believe she had lot of fun trying to impress us with her love stories, her handsome boyfriends of the past... and we were all fascinated.

We started dressing like she did, using make up as she did, fighting each other due to tensions relating to who was the leader in the pityful competition to be her closest friend...

Anyway, she was not only more mature than us on a mental standpoint, but also physically. She had nice boobs already, which made the boys crazy and the girls jealous.

The event took place one afternoon, at a friend's place. We were used to spending afternoons in her place since she had a swimming pool. Well, that day, it wasn't a good weather to go for a swim, but her place was still the popular place to be. We were in her bedroom and the Polish girl was telling us about her lingerie, or she would call her "teenager" bra (she didn't even have the coordinated panties since those would prolly be sold as thongs... and it is the age where you start buying lingerie, but only the top part, cause your mother would never buy you a thong...

So she was modeling for us and of course we had an easy look at her breast and so the topic of conversation moved to her boobs. She really did enjoy talking about them, we could tell she was so proud. She started telling us how boys did caress her breast, and we were curious to know more, since we had no idea what is supposed to be done in such intimate occasions, nor where, nor how... And she would show us, and one thing leading to another we were exchanging caresses on our breast, and even some licks between bursts of laughs.

As far as I was concerned, it was very innocent. Of course somewhat exciting, and I remember feeling those butterflies in my stomach. But nothing really purely sexual. I believe it was similar for others. Even for the Polish girl. She did like to act, and play a role. I doubt she was as naughty and sexual as she did pretend. I met her again many years after, about a year before moving to the states, in my village, while I was visiting my parents for the week-end away from Paris. As most of my friends who stayed in the vincinity, she was engaged, talking about marrying with her boyfriend, buying a house and having kids. In the near future. And she seemed so very conservative. She ended up a very prude conservative wife. When I think at how she used to be a model of "femme fatale" for us back then, I can't help laughing.

So that was the only same sex experience I had in the past and as you can see, I never thought of it as a sexual experience and therefore, it is what I experienced within online communities which opened my mind.

Doing naughty things with a girl online is very easy, you don't feel the weight of social pressure.
I discovered females excite me. That I did appreciate female forms. That the idea of doing it with another girl made me feel horny and naughty.

In Paris, you'd think it is easy to join lesbian communities. Well, it is not. Firstly because I didn't have the guts to share this interest with a friend of mine, so I had to proceed alone. Which makes things more difficult. Secondly, because I wasn't that much into lesbian girls. Something with the typical profile of the girl part member of the Paris gay nights did bother me. And they didn't seem to be that much attracted to me. Not seriously at least. Except at the beginning. I met one girl in a lesbian dedicated bar in Paris. She seemed cool and sincere, which I considered was enough. We saw each other a few times. We weren't officially dating each other. She was supposed to share her experience to lead me, and I was supposed to seek her guidance. Eventually, we ended up kissing and cuddling one day at her place, after a boring day visiting a lousy exhibition. The most we did was mutual masturbation, but she was cautious not to go too far to me and we did this keeping most of our clothes on. The thing that disturbed me was... the lack of kissing. We never did it again.

And then, I move to the US.

And as I said above, the USA is a paradise for bi-curious girls. This is so true that I resumed my quest for further experimenting same sex relations.

Here in the US, girls exchanging a kiss is a very common sight in clubs, even in clubs opened to under 21yo folks. Apparently, from what I understand, it is just a popular (and efficient) tactic to turn males on. So it is very easy to take profit of this custom to kiss girls. Of course, I am not sure how the other feels, whether it is just about warming the guys up and hooking them, or whether they actually enjoy it. It can be frustrating. But so far, I enjoyed this, I now know I feel good kissing a girl and my psychological inhibitions are falling.

Now, I am not sure about going any further. I miss the love of a boy. I guess I would feel like being dishonest going out with a girl truly into girls, when I am not sure I am. And I am not sure it would really natural to actually make love to a girl (it does in dreams, but I am old enough to know dreams and reality are two different things)... unless I meet the right person. And if she has a strap-on ! :P

Current Location:	USA, my office
Current Mood:	nostalgic

I know those are supposed to be priviledged moments one remembers even years after and that feeling them again is the number one reason for cheating.

But I can't help feeling uneasy in such occasions. There is something with me which disgusts me when I feel the naked body of my partner on mine for the first time.

Being sincerely in love, being strongly sexually attracted to the person won't help. The first time I see him naked in front of me, I just see a big amount of cold flesh. And when the steak finally lies on me, covering my nakedness with his heavy and coldish piece of meat, I feel uneasy, even slightly disgusted.

This weird feeling vanishes with time. It still ruins my "first times". And I wonder why I feel so uneasy with naked body. Especially given the fact that when seeing a naked (or almost naked) body in other circumstances, I don't feel like this. For instance, if I lie on my boyfriend on the beach while both of us are wearing a swimmsuit, and before making love with him for the first time, I feel ok.

This is another aspect of my weird person. One of the many things which contribute to this weird character traits of mine: naughty, sometimes horny, feeling like being kinky, but often cooled down to frigidity by such weird phenomenons.

Current Location:	USA, my flat
Current Mood:	annoyed

My sleep, as far as I can remember, has always been troubled. I remember nightmares, waking up in panic, suffocating of fear and anguish, tormenting myself: should I go and join my parents in their bedroom? What if I make them mad? What if they start making evil comments on my books, comics and the cartoons I watch on TV? I generally would stay in bed, too scared to leave my bed, still afraid that something would ambush me on the way...

The source of my nightmares were, back then, to be found in my vivid imagination and my taste for scrary tales, legends, witch and ghost stories... It might be usefull to have a good imagination as a kid, especially at school since it is the guarantee of a good mark in composition, but it also is an evil spell.

Later, when I grew up, nightmares became more scarce. And less traumatizing. But I still had trouble to sleep, and I would wake up at odd hours in the night. Stress? Weird things going on in my teenager's body? Excess of sleep? Boredom maybe... 

When it happens, now, I usually wake up with an unusual energy, a thirst for action, for fresh air. I feel like calling friends, going out, visiting museums or galleries, having a thea in a crowdy spot, shopping, swimming... Which is rather difficult to realise so late in the middle of the night... So I end up being frustrated and loosing my time in front of TV or in front of the computer, just like now.

Worst part of all, I never feel as horny as when I wake up in the middle of the night. Sadly, my partners never feel as refractory to my approachs and strokes and heat-resistant than in the middle of the night... If only they knew they could realise their wildest fantasies in such occasions? 
I wonder what is the cause of such a phenomenon. I rarely make naughty dreams. Why am I feeling like this when waking up? I wonder whether when asleep, all our inhibitions are desactivated (which sounds logic, right? Could we dream otherwise?) and that if something wakes you up suddenly, all the usual load of mental and psychic shells doesn't get a chance to be put in place in time. And you end up being, for a little while, as natural as in the state of nature.

Would be curious to talk to someone going through similar things.

Current Location:	USA, my flat
Current Mood:	horny
Current Music:	labtop's purring

http://www.misstigri.fr/

She makes wonderful drawings, paintings and all sorts of related products. I like her delicate style, how she emphasizes the beauty of women. Her illustrations are published in a very popular magazine for women in France.

You should go give her a visit. You won't regret. She is becoming VERY popular and famous in France.

And it is well deserved.

Amongst the friends I made first when I arriving in the US, most where teens working in the commercial zone near my flat, working there to earn some money while they were studying. This is something which is not very popular in Europe. Probably our labour law is too strict to allow a shopkeeper to hire a studen a couple hours a day for a very little pay...

So, well... when you arrive in a foreign country, assuming you spend most of your day in your office, knowing and meeting nobody of your age, spending your free time roaming through town, hoping for an encounter, when finally a connection with somebody happens, you don't discriminate.

The first person who engaged the conversation with me was a young lady. I knew and could feel she was much younger than me. However, the fence of language and of culture made such difference of age, which would have totally unbearable in France, acceptable. On certain points, she would seem rather mature to me. On other points, very immature. But before she told me her age, it was hard to determine what was caused by her age or her culture.

She noticed I was French (go figure, see previous note), and seemed soooo excited about meeting a french girl that I couldn't help but feeling a huge sympathie for her. She invited me to join her group of friends, and I started having plans after work.

I have never been a very naughty girl. I have always been perceived as a rather serious girl by my friends. Comparing to European standards, I am a very good daddy's girl. I have been with my boyfriend in France for about a year and a half long. We really have feelings for each other, and I didn't feel it made me a slut to make love to him.

This is not the point of view of US teens friends. Even though I am quite older than they are, they had a very strong reaction when they found out I wasn't a virgin anymore. This is something they feel cannot find any legitimate justification. Before wedding, or at least a very advanced age, it is out of question to give yourself to a man. Right. I don't feel like judging them. I totally admit people can decide to abide by a very strong discipline and very strong principles. People are free to decide what is likely to make them happy. Now, I couldn't help but thinking of the word "hypocrisy" when it comes to them.

Even if I assume they are sincere when they say that they never made love to anyone (which is still quite challenging), there are other things.
You will understand me I hope.

Second party I was invited to was in a guy's place. Huge house in the outskirts of town. Parents out of dinner. About forty teens having fun in the mansion. Decent music, horrible drinks (wish they had been 21 years old), amazing outfits ! The way girls dress up (and use make up) here makes it very difficult for a french girl to determine their age.

And then, while roaming through the different rooms, looking for a friend, the door of a what seems to be a wall cupboard opens in front of me in the thin corridor, forcing me to stop. I see one young dude going out, turning right and walking past me... followed by a girl, not looking ashamed at all, doing the same. Everything was fine, even cute, until then. Cause what do I see next? A second girl leaving the cupboard, shutting the door, and walking past me, not looking ashamed at all either.

Shocking! I mean... Those kids were so young (from 16 to 17yo about). They had such an innocent and prude speach when it comes to sex. They allow themselves to consider you as a bitch cause you made love with your beloved boyfriend. But they have threesome oral sex...

I don't know what you think but the way I was raised in France makes making love way less naughty than the second activity described above. I beleive most teens in France don't even think about doing that until much later, and it is rare, even at my age. Or at least, it would be such a controversial thing to do that they don't feel like sharing.

I would think a girl doing this in France might be depicted as a slut by her mates much more likely than if she just has sex.

Made me wonder what can explain such difference of perception. How much hypocrisy? How much difference of education, culture? I don't beleive we are naughtier in Europe. I just beleive that for some reason, the mythology of virginity has survived in the US culture in a very strong pattern.

If anyone of you has an opinion on this, feel free to share your thoughts.

Ok, time for me to go to bed now. Really.

Good night and sweet dreams !

Current Location:	USA, my flat
Current Mood:	drunk
Current Music:	Bangs in my head

I will be honnest. I feel lost. LostFleurDuMal is lost :)

I have spent my whole day browsign through the livejournal community, reading blogs of people sharing an interest with me, communities... So many people, you all seem to know each other so well, so have so much in common. I feel like a new schoolgirl joining a new school where everyone already has friends.

My friend who already has a blog on livejournal described it as a warm and welcoming community. Sadly, I cannot join her friends there, since what I intend to share is would be too embarrassing. I just don't know how to make connections. How and where to start.

I felt a couple times like posting a message, or sending an email, inviting someone to be my friend. But I am not sure it was a hundred per cent honnest move, since I still don't know those persons so well, even after reading a few notes. My motivation merely lies in meeting folks, and making friends, feeling "connected".

Of course, I could make my blog more appealing. It is true I haven't written anything exciting yet. Maybe I should post a pic of my boobs? That would certainly generate traffic. Now, is this the kind of traffic I am looking for? (Maybe :P ).

I think I will seek invitations from people with private journals. At least, I would be totally honnest. I will tell them I am curious to know more. I share a couple interest with them. I would like to be invited and share. I don't pretend I know anything about them.

This is will be my strategy !

If anyone comes by and could provide me with a couple advice, I would appreciate so very much :)

Not sure I can be hundred per cent honnest, not sure I can answer the question really. But I can try to tell you what I beleive I am.
French lady lost far away in the United States.

I am a student in France. Studying history, sociology, history of arts... All those things which will help me find a job very easily once finished. I really enjoyed studying foreign languages in high school, but since I entered university, I didn't have any opportunity to keep practising my english. Hence why I end up in the United States. Nice father and mother, worrying about my future, offered me to spend a few months in the US, doing an internship.

Traveling, meeting new faces, bathing in a foreign culture, confronting myself with the new world, I couldn't miss the opportunity. I was so excited. Flying away from my boyfriend did cause a lot of pain, but what could I do? I knew this is a chance I could not miss. He did not feel like discouraging me and I am grateful for that.

I am not sure that this internship did help a lot with my english per se. I work in a small office, alone, on a computer. I rarely have a chance to chat with my collegues, except to say "hello" and "see you tomorrow !".

What is great though, is that Americans are very curious about foreigners. On a general basis at least. After a couple days walking through the shops and having lunch in the restaurants of the little commercial center here, I had met a good bunch of young folks, very neat.

There is something with their capacity to spot foreigners. How do they manage to do that? I wish I knew. I asked, but never felt like I got a honnest answer. Before I open my mouth, just by seeing me, and despite my efforts to dress up like a typical american chick, they know I am French, or at least from Europe. Does it have something to do with my face? My general attitude/behaviour/pace?

So, basically, already met plenty of different folks, and this is with them, by night, that I have to chance to practice my English.

Another question. Why a blog to talk about intimate subjects? It is true that I sometimes feel it would help talking about this to a good friend, for real. But firstly, I am too shy. When I am with somebody, I feel so shy addressing such subjects, I end up being unable to say a single word. Maybe this is my education, who knows. My parents though did efforts to make me feel comfortable with this subject. I still felt they would have judged me, and that it was very inappropriate to share this with them.

My little sister could have been the right person. But I know she still considers me as her "big sister", the one to admire. She has such a consideration for me, I do not beleive she would feel comfortable listening to my problems with such intimate things.

My friends? Way too dangerous. They all know each other. I fear that if I say one thing to one, the next day, all town will know about it. It is safe to share trivial and harmless secrets with people. It isn't when it comes to spicy ones !

So well, this mere fact that I feel totally unable to share and chat about intimate things has been for me a huge source of concern. I was wondering whether this wasn't the sign of a deeper trouble I had with sex, which could explain other concerns I had with it. I even feel unable to talk about it with my partner. I wonder whether I am the only one having this problem, it is not that I am totally disguted by sex. I have an intense libido. Weird thing. Definitely.

Et voilà, ce sont les premiers mots de mon journal virtuel. Dire que je suis venue ici pour partager mes impressions avec l'Autre, je ne me sens pas moins seule que lorsque j'écris dans mon bon vieux journal papier. Il me faut aussi me mettre en scène, me convaincre que je m'adresse à une audience, toute aussi virtuelle que ce journal.

J'espère quand même que je ferai bien vite des rencontres. Que des amis viendront me rendre visite régulièrement.

Je me suis longtemps demandée si je devais laisser tomber ce vieux journal et mon vieux stylo plume pour écrire un blog sur internet. Je me m'y suis jamais résolue. J'ai l'impression qu'il m'est plus difficile de bien écrire sur un clavier. Un beau stylo dans la main, les mots me viennent plus facilement à l'esprit (par contre c'est vraiment plus facile de s'y mettre au lever du lit, même tardif - impression du jour !).

Pourtant... Il me tardait de jouir de l'anonymat que procure internet, en même temps que cette ouverture à l'autre. Mon vieux journal, je ne lui ai jamais totalement fait confiance. J'ai toujours eu peur que quelqu'un tombe dessus, surtout maman. Mais aussi ma petite soeur. On ne sait jamais. Et s'il m'arrivait quelquechose? Que ma famille devait trier mes affaires? Je ne veux pas leur faire du mal, jamais, et pourtant je sais que certains mots que je voulais écrire, ne pourraient que les décevoir, les blesser.

Et puis il y a toutes ces choses que je ne voulais pas écrire QUE pour moi. Des choses qui sont en fait des interrogations, des questions, que j'aspire à partager, pour obtenir des réponses. Et pour celà, surtout quand il s'agit de choses intimes, internet est la seule voie.

Alors qu'est-ce qui a changé? Pourquoi ce passage soudain à internet après tant et tant d'hésitations? Le déracinement, sans doute. Ca fait quelques mois déja que je vis loin de chez moi, loin de la France, du français, de mes amis, de mes parents... Ici, aux Etats Unis, tenir un journal sur papier, avec un stylo plume, est tellement décalé, que je ne me sens que rarement l'envie d'écrire.

Alors, je me suis laissée convaincre par mon amie d'ici, qui tient un journal sur Livejournal aussi. Je ne sais pas encore comment la désigner. Utiliser son vrai nom est exclu, il faut que je pense à un surnom pour toi :) Tu pourras peut-être m'aider.

Premier post, et question existentielle: écrire en anglais ou en français. Le français, c'est mal langue natale, celle de mon journal d'avant. Je sais tout exprimer en français. Mais l'anglais, c'est la langue que je parle toute la journée maintenant, et je commence aussi à chercher mes mots en français... L'anglais est une langue que comprendra mieux mon amie (qui parle quand même très bien français :) ). Et puis il y a certaines choses, tout spécialement intimes, que je voudrais aborder régulièrement sur ce journal, que j'ai beaucoup de mal à exprimer en français. Alors je pense ne pas m'imposer de règles strictes. Ce sera un journal bilingue !

Alors bienvenue à tous. N'hésitez pas à participer, à vous présenter. Vous allez beaucoup apprendre sur moi ici. Des choses chouettes, positives. Parfois, j'espère que ce sera excitant pour vous aussi. Il y aura des choses plus sombres, plus difficiles. Mais rien n'est tout rose ou tout noir dans la vie. Pas même le sexe. Apprendre à l'apprécier, à s'y sentir à l'aise ne peut se faire qu'en connaissant bien ses différentes facettes. Même les aspects ténébreux.

A bientôt !

Current Location:	USA, my flat
Current Mood:	energetic
Current Music:	MTV