novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- boys, boobies and dog marraiges in high school i woke up from a bizarre dream and decided it was an omen that d thereafter be known to me as princess. g used to stick his hands in my armpits and leave them there until i'd finally notice. "i go where the warmth is." g has a fascination with my boobs. i took a picture in a photobooth for him, me wearing a tight tight sweater puffing out my chest like a male pigeon in heat. he keeps it in his wallet, and i laugh a lot. once we were all at a park in the middle of the night i tried to do a stunt off a swing but fell on my head, g laughed and i flipped him, just like that, i don't even know how i did it. directly afterwards he got up and ran around like a beheaded chicken, laughing and pointing at me, darting underneath slides and swingsets. i. sleeps on my floor for weeks on end and we wrestle. for years during figure drawing, there was this one model with extremely strange breasts. due to the aforementioned boobology, the boys named her "saggy boob lady." eventually, this became another of d's nicknames. we would go to the zoo and draw the elephants. go to kinko's and g would draw me while i copied my zine. subtract eight years add it to six years ago and there's m j, the asthmatic, chapping heavy breathing boy with giant eyelashes and a dog just like mine. i was the only girl invited to his birthday party; afterwards we married our dogs. standard black poodles. mine was named skippy and his was snoopy. a union made in heaven. subtract any number of years and you'll get my brother. swinging from vines across driveways, melting g.i. joe figurines and then smashing them with rocks while i played with "bob the barbie," a transgendered barbie in ken clothes who turned mass murderer a'la twin peaks. star wars and the frozen han solo that w shoved up my nose. the black ring around my pegasus toy when he dared me to shove it up the exhaust pipe of our car. before flipping g or doing donuts on a park lawn with dve and after dog marraiges and the boy-devoid middle school where kta and i banded together, there was jkb and his sketchbooks, his bouncy way of walking, his labrythial mind and the ghost we saw together walking on the boardwalk. sometimes i'm sad that i go to a women's college. 2:55 pm - 10.09.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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