You rode by on your bike and when the music began, I looked up, thinking somebody had put on a CD in their car, with the window rolled. But it was you -- you were playing your accordion. It was a pretty tune and almost made me smile; I didn't, well, because I don't, not at strangers.You had dar . . . (More)
I still wish somebody would post a missed connection looking for me.
His hand drifts up the underside of my forearm. He uses a finger to trace the barely visible trail of a pale green vein; I watch the ever-so-slight indentation under his gentle touch. His fingers slide between mine, in a latticework of digits. The soft webby skin tucks against my own. . . . (More)
Today, I found out I got a hit for the inquiry "should I tell my fiance i kissed a man." Upon reading this, I scratched my head. "Fiancé" denotes a man, so one may deduce that the troubled party would be female, as the fiancée. (Perhaps our lovers are two men -- it is the twenty-first . . . (More)
I have a crush on André Marin, Ontario's sixth ombudsman. His crusade for public accountability, his indignation on behalf of the citizenry (swoon)! Since his appointment, he has revitalized the office, transforming a previously negligible presence at Queen's Park. He describes the Ministry . . . (More)
The rewards of academia: "So, if there's anything you ever need to know about the Uta Codex -- anything at all -- my book is the one to look to." He takes a moment to extol the beauty and clarity of its forty-odd full-colour leaves, with endearing enthusiasm. Putting down the . . . (More)
"Should I talk to my fiancé(e) about [this] before the wedding?"Why is this question ever asked? It is non-rhetorical. Does anyone genuinely expect the answer to ever be anything but "YES"? Consider: No, you should tell them after you have paid for a costly, intricate ceremony, which is . . . (More)
"How am I going to walk home?" he was groaning. He pressed close, and kissed me, his tongue lashing mine, warm and sweet. "Slowly and carefully," I answered after he had pulled away. His smile was happy. "Like other things you may do." I caught his earlobe gently between my t . . . (More)
Mother Day's 2008.As we dallied in the line that snaked around the flower shop, I took a fifteenth peek into the bouquet hugged (gently) in the crook of his arm. Spotting a tiny bundle of roses (which had not been there before), I exclaimed, "Wha . . . (More)
I have discovered that I can develop a very intense sexual attraction to men who approve of me. This is a dangerous tendency.
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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