Something happened today that never happens to me. I was walking down the street to get a sandwich. Not particularly fabulous today, I might add. I *am* wearing a skirt, but am feeling rather clunky-ankled and unkempt. Still, it’s a gorgeous sunny spring day out, with the smell of flowers all around, and everywhere all kinds of creatures are singing and smelling and sending out messages about how glorious sexual reproduction would be RIGHT NOW.
I was listening to my voicemail while walking, which gave me just the right kind of detachedness when this cute little babydyke came into view, walking in the other direction. And I cruised her hard. I mean, if I had cruised her any harder, I would have driven a Mac truck right into her chest. Oh, she was just adorable! Those little jeans, that little adidas shirt, that little haircut, those little glasses. And before I could think twice about it, get the femme anxiety, all the rest, I saw her smiling back at me.
She knew exactly what I was doing. She was doing it too.
And then we passed on into the sexual springtime sunny afternoon.
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