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Genitalium

“I had a dick when we started dating.” I laugh again remembering Luce’s lesbian celebration once all the surgery was past. “You didn’t mind me penetrating you then. Hon, I’m just trying to balance the conversation, but I get your point. I like it when you use the strap on on me, but yeah, we’ve been quite pressed by men. I mean, if we’d be scared of having a relationship with a man we’d try to be cured, it’s like or it was wrong to be working and now I’m teaching with small children. That’s why I like them, it gives me hope that maybe I can change them slightly, I mean, we’ve still got to keep silent, I mean, y’know me and the other teacher who was a partner and like three children from the bloke which was her husband before whatever happened, I mean she’s as a dyke can be a dyke and yeah. I keep forgetting her name though.”

Now Luce strokes my hair and kisses me on the lips.

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I Can’t Wait6

She lets me inhale from her cigarette and I close my eyes as her fingers go through my hair. I let Alison kiss me and I kiss her back just as passionately, my tongue blending with hers and I pull her on top of me.

“I’m going on a date with Mr. Hince.” Both of our eyes are closed and she leaves the room, to which I just bring the covers around my entire body, feeling too weak to compete so I just end up crying, not just because of the crap sex and Alison taking the last cigarettes. I find my boxers and my lip is still trembling, I start dressing up and I feel like taking any job, my younger sister bringing teddy bears from build-a-bear lately makes me wonder if I could get her a discount.

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There Is Something About Jack White

I quickly stroke her short blonde hair, a small sign off affection as she kisses a tip of my burnt well, she kept mumbling as we fell asleep and I ended up staying in front of the mirror, my jeans tight and still on, making my knees ache from the long idea we had of going dancing to some shit pub where girls fake lesbians by humping each other and I think someone clapped as we frenched, some too much attention from straight men which we both lack and don’t need.

There is something about Jack White.

“Did you see his new video, Alison?” As the former model falls on the covers and the bed swallows her before she exhales and laughs, blowing out smoke on her lips and smiling, laughing again like a brief angel if heaven would be us instead of burning smoke.

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I Can’t Wait6

Sex was too stiff and I’m still lying on the bed naked and Alison grabs a tanktop, a leather jacket and ripped jeans, putting on her boots, not saying anything, the cigarette noises and the lighter say everything. She sits on the edge of the bed, eying me between the legs, I’m not turned on any more and I’m quite moist about everywhere, even if it was crap.

She lets me inhale from her cigarette and I close my eyes as her fingers go through my hair. I let Alison kiss me and I kiss her back just as passionately, my tongue blending with hers and I pull her on top of me.

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There Is Something About Jack White 2

“Jack White.” I had been a beaten up vinyl of De Stijl and we listened to it, managing to quickly walk down and buy a bottle of cheap tequila and cigarettes, laughing and Jamie trying to get the songs and singing the misheard lyrics, then we had walked out, laughing, mumbling stuff against each other, wearing skinny shirts and baggy old pants just to get more drinks to mix and have a hangover just to kill another day. When we were younger we just wanted to kill off more days with alcohol and when we could get hold of drugs, laughing, sometimes going hysterical like there was this one time when Jamie started screaming and the neighbors had to tell him to shut up and he opened the door mouth wide, screaming and me tapping his head with the joint in my hand I wouldn’t even recall the mix we did, but we hurled ourselves as deep as we could into the window with no air the next day.

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There Is Something About Jack White

I couldn’t fell asleep for a really long while, Agyness turning and tossing as well, maybe feeling like the tables stirred with all the people as if they were dancing and in the middle he appeared, skin as paper and clothes tight to show off the light muscles and hair curls locking the face and he held a cigarette, like a woman, that was what always attracted me in him, how feminine he seemed and then he turns off the lights, pulling a cord as if it were an old London apartment and the people dance now the dresses lit by the ends and he has a microphone which he drops with his drink and goes to me, heels clicking and pushing my head back all the blonde hair for him to see

And he kisses me hard, his lips fully on my mine, hands taking off my shirt

I sit up and Agyness curls against me, her eyes full open, lips saying something and I reply but I feel like I am in earplugs.

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There Is Something About Jack White

There is something about Jack White.

“There is something about Jack White.” Gets whispered around the table which is connected as Agyness blows on her spoon and ends up burning herself as I see her close her eyes briefly and continue eating her soup.

I quickly stroke her short blonde hair, a small sign off affection as she kisses a tip of my burnt well, she kept mumbling as we fell asleep and I ended up staying in front of the mirror, my jeans tight and still on, making my knees ache from the long idea we had of going dancing to some shit pub where girls fake lesbians by humping each other and I think someone clapped as we frenched, some too much attention from straight men which we both lack and don’t need.

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