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Someone should explain to my parents that I have very good reasons for liking other girls – for example, fields of flowers. My mother, the gardener, must see the way our long hair meets and forms an orchard when I sleep beside a beautiful woman. Translucent wrists, veins folded into a glasshouse – if she wants to know how I can hold another girl’s hand, tell her that. Farthest thing from unnatural, tell my mom about how she and I build whole habitats when we touch – earth’s parents, this is our offspring trailing up everyone’s spine, curling around raspberries as a toddler would climb onto furniture. Tell my parents that I am not a lesbian to spite anyone, but because I loved Mother Nature so much I thought there should be two.
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
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Someone should explain to my parents that I have very good reasons for liking other girls – for example, fields of flowers. My mother, the gardener, must see the way our long hair meets and forms an orchard when I sleep beside a beautiful woman. Translucent wrists, veins folded into a glasshouse – if she wants to know how I can hold another girl’s hand, tell her that. Farthest thing from unnatural, tell my mom about how she and I build whole habitats when we touch – earth’s parents, this is our offspring trailing up everyone’s spine, curling around raspberries as a toddler would climb onto furniture. Tell my parents that I am not a lesbian to spite anyone, but because I loved Mother Nature so much I thought there should be two.
sarina
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Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
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