solstice

oh...
ab s o l u t e l y
mind-b l o w i n g

things that can rip yourself in pieces. so..
you girls walking around, voice from behind "excuse me girl" , you turn, cheer -yes?- (or -whassup?- //depends on mood//).
you girls behind a counter. "excuse me girl" , cheer -yes?- (no nonpolite answer, if you're behind a counter you're supposed to behave..).

standard life feature isn't it?

now .. you boys
same situation, street, call from behind
"excuse me girl" , you turn, angry face, beard moving in the wind "oh oh (red face) sorry i ...."
well, who cares
second time
behind a counter, face to face
"excuse me girl" - and now, you silly-near-blind-human-being? i still remind of some kind of female body?

. hell
what does *it* mean? people need glasses badly, as i need? or i should cut my hair, exercise a little and put some muscles under the skin?

--2nd option
i did it for a party. i wasn't even drunk, just experimenting with myself. faaaaar better than any body mod you can pinch in several unnamed places of the body
a friend of mine, my lovely bestfriend/sister/whatever, shaved me top to bottom.
i looked like a particle ready to be shot in a nuclear accelerator at CERN, Geneve.
my headache looking in the mirror was a big bang, asteroids thrown here and there.

ya know i look like a girl when dressed in casual femal clothes, with a decent make up, hair in the right shape? oh god, i was SURE there was someone other behind the ****f*cking**** mirror, not not me.


...and someone still wonders why i call myself lesbian..

. dot

one day i'll walk around that way.
you can bet.