Of Closets Opened, and Much Ado About Taxidermia
As I mentioned earlier, I had a very candid talk with Mari last night. I also mentioned that it deserved a post of its own, and the following is it. With some additions.
She came out. In the middle of a very random, very fun conversation, she somehow worked up the courage to tell me. And I am immensely proud of her - not to say impressed, I would never have dared. It was peculiar, I had aboslutely no idea, but at the same time, incredibly fun. I'm still grinning XD
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I and Kristine go to a spinning class down-town every week, and, to our horror - primarily my, and her endless mirth - we have encountered said teacher there every once and again. The first time I nearly jumped out of my skin. Yesteday, we were on our way out of the changing-rooms, chatting about spots and benzoic acid, when the god-awfulness occured. In the corner, my former teacher was changing, and was, at that moment, stark naked. To my relief, I had to get around Kristine, as I had been poking her in the back, and didn't see her turn around and notice us (I think she must've heard us earlier, at the very least, we laugh loudly whenever we get into the vicinity of that training centre). Suffice to say, we both saw what there is to see.
It was mind-boggling.
And the film "Taxidermia" is nothing short of disturbing. Very pretty, at times, but also utterly disturbing. It also lacks a soundtrack, which adds to the eery atmosphere.
(Please excuse the tacky title, I couldn't help myself.)
She came out. In the middle of a very random, very fun conversation, she somehow worked up the courage to tell me. And I am immensely proud of her - not to say impressed, I would never have dared. It was peculiar, I had aboslutely no idea, but at the same time, incredibly fun. I'm still grinning XD
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I and Kristine go to a spinning class down-town every week, and, to our horror - primarily my, and her endless mirth - we have encountered said teacher there every once and again. The first time I nearly jumped out of my skin. Yesteday, we were on our way out of the changing-rooms, chatting about spots and benzoic acid, when the god-awfulness occured. In the corner, my former teacher was changing, and was, at that moment, stark naked. To my relief, I had to get around Kristine, as I had been poking her in the back, and didn't see her turn around and notice us (I think she must've heard us earlier, at the very least, we laugh loudly whenever we get into the vicinity of that training centre). Suffice to say, we both saw what there is to see.
It was mind-boggling.
And the film "Taxidermia" is nothing short of disturbing. Very pretty, at times, but also utterly disturbing. It also lacks a soundtrack, which adds to the eery atmosphere.
(Please excuse the tacky title, I couldn't help myself.)