The Dyke March, but not really
I missed the Dyke March completely, but i'm okay with that. I sit here blinking about the difference between one year & its previous shadow. Damn it.
I'm reading Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin but Megan stopped into my bakery on Friday & gave me a new book & a copy of her 'zine. I am completely engrossed. (English majors, help me out: engrossed in it? engrossed with it?? Is it too much repetition to say 'completely engrossed?' grrr, i want to be able to afford E.B. White's pretty red Elements of Style)
Megan's zine is about sex at sixteen. Specifically, first sex between two girls, one with a little experience, one without. This is oversimplifying, of course, but i always enjoy meditation of the significance between interactions of flesh.
I have lost yet another icon: solidarity. I can no longer say that my body & my heart have always been within the same concentration.
I look into faces & i think, "yeah, i could love you." Sometimes i feel like there aren't enough mes, & then i feel like i'm too much. Maybe i'm just too unfocused. Isn't focus limiting? Bah.
I'm reading Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin but Megan stopped into my bakery on Friday & gave me a new book & a copy of her 'zine. I am completely engrossed. (English majors, help me out: engrossed in it? engrossed with it?? Is it too much repetition to say 'completely engrossed?' grrr, i want to be able to afford E.B. White's pretty red Elements of Style)
Megan's zine is about sex at sixteen. Specifically, first sex between two girls, one with a little experience, one without. This is oversimplifying, of course, but i always enjoy meditation of the significance between interactions of flesh.
I have lost yet another icon: solidarity. I can no longer say that my body & my heart have always been within the same concentration.
I look into faces & i think, "yeah, i could love you." Sometimes i feel like there aren't enough mes, & then i feel like i'm too much. Maybe i'm just too unfocused. Isn't focus limiting? Bah.