ms_s j. as classic as the pinups on her wall, 20s style blond curls around her face, blue-eyed belle. we sip cazadores tequila & talk about shops & arrogance, among other things. she talks wildly with her hands. there is some awkward assent on who sleeps where, & how. & then she reaches over & touches my thigh, just enough so i know her hand is there. & i half roll over to touch the golden curls, & kiss her breasts, & more. & she's got her teeth on my arms, making her marks. & the night passes, & we don't sleep for hours, & we fall asleep after the intoxication, & i can't believe how soft she is compared to a man, or even me. 070924 ... birdmad not the same woman, but O! ...the scene you painted sure brings back a memory or two 070924 ... jane {glad to have invoked stimulation} 070924 ... birdmad tall, slender, Louise Brooks-style bobbed hair, but in brilliant ruby red, feral eyes blazing behind a tranquil face, mirrored pair of heavily lined spiral designs tattooed on the outer edges of her lower back. mmm-hmm...i've just driven myself to distraction remembering that one 070925 ... birdmad and if i recall, her name began (apropos) with S. (no, not that obvious one, though she's been on my mind again...to my unending chagrin) 070926 ... unhinged i found myself daring enough to reach out and kiss her. even after a long separation, my hands continually grasping, enclosing her waist. in the middle of a crowded noisy bar, everything else fell away except her old familiar scent, her softness. when i told him about it later (because i always want to tell him everything) he made some crass comment like boys always do. i wanted him to understand 'girls are just...softer.' and he smiled, in a way that made him look older, when usually his smile twinkled. 'yeah, they are.' girls are supposed to be softer, rounder, sweeter. 071207 ... what the fuck? 9-24? 071207 what's it to you? who go blather from