Monthly Archives: January 2014

Arriving

When I was young I wanted to be male. How genital equipment could create a deep discrepancy I’d weekly fail to comprehend. But it appeared my fate would be to linger kitchenbound like Mom at parties, talking babies, food and … Continue reading

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Mirror Horror (2 of 2)

I knew we were headed for sex days before we did it. We chatted while we worked and we flirted while we chatted. So even though some of our conversation was about his wife and three kids and about my … Continue reading

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Mirror Horror (1 of 2)

The first time I looked down at myself in a mirror I was snorting cocaine, and the view wasn’t bad. Sure I was gazing up my own nostrils, with a coiled $20 bill distended from one, but my skin was … Continue reading

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Unwelcome Surprises

I read enough when I was young to expect this. But even so, I wonder why my mother didn’t warn me? I wonder why my aunts didn’t mention this stuff. Of course I knew that kids always want to be … Continue reading

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Sociability

I see scant reason why I can’t collect a group of new acquaintances to treat and talk and tarry with, and then expect at least a few could generate some heat. So I imagine specifying arms to hold me, or … Continue reading

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Clearance

I would have been a feminist before the term had currency, but I could not enlist or join a movement; I abhor the politics I’d rather I forgot. I knew I was bohemian, except the notion was consistently confused with … Continue reading

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The Whiteheads (End)

On top of those, there developed the issues of Kelly’s weight, Kevin’s headaches, and Peg’s bones. It’s obvious to me even if not to Dr. H that Kelly grew fat to irk Peg, and Kevin’s sport- and job-preventing headaches served … Continue reading

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