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My newest hobby is telling people that I have a prom date, watching the drift of mouths and listening to the refocusing of eyes. I'm sure they don't mean to be rude but they certainly make a good show of their unkempt reactions. "Really?" comes the pestilential chorus as trains of thought rapidly switch tracks. One stalwart, you may shudder to hear this, expressed profound disgust when I disclosed the girl's identity. "I wasn't aware they let lesbians go to the dance.” he says and I: "Well, you'll find they cannot bar the doors to any sort of trash. You're going right?" Not a thing about this business seems (to my joying eyes) quite belonging to its proper world. Yes, it's really me. I, the wandering virgin-shaman, must look quite at odds in their view; despoiling the *** ritual by stepping out from behind the moon's galling rind of half-light. To beat at my own tides? Oh, god! The quiddity of my queer mind is sacred like a water-walking rumor. I find myself betrothed behind my back, my role is sealed ere tightness shows a crack.
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 6:16 PM UTC
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My newest hobby is telling people that I have a prom date, watching the drift of mouths and listening to the refocusing of eyes. I'm sure they don't mean to be rude but they certainly make a good show of their unkempt reactions. "Really?" comes the pestilential chorus as trains of thought rapidly switch tracks. One stalwart, you may shudder to hear this, expressed profound disgust when I disclosed the girl's identity. "I wasn't aware they let lesbians go to the dance.” he says and I: "Well, you'll find they cannot bar the doors to any sort of trash. You're going right?" Not a thing about this business seems (to my joying eyes) quite belonging to its proper world. Yes, it's really me. I, the wandering virgin-shaman, must look quite at odds in their view; despoiling the *** ritual by stepping out from behind the moon's galling rind of half-light. To beat at my own tides? Oh, god! The quiddity of my queer mind is sacred like a water-walking rumor. I find myself betrothed behind my back, my role is sealed ere tightness shows a crack.
© Cody Edwards 2010
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 6:16 PM UTC
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