This is the story of the Boys from Craiglist,

This song always reminds me of my CL encounters with boys who identify as submissive;


This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled

And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, "Oh, adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb"
This is the story of your red right ankle

This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew because he was dead
And how his face was carved and ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hideout in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away
This is the story of your gypsy uncle

This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snubbed you
And some just laid around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some, they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you

This is the story of your red right ankle

The boy who turned me onto this band (The Decemberists) has a consuming foot fetish. We ate pancakes at Clinton street Bakery, playing hooky on a weekday. He complimented me on my silk Pucci scarve with a "wow". Then, he told me the saddest story about Ferragamo loafers I ever heard; his daddy died in Ferragamo loafers - it was cold and he never wore socks. He was just a kid.