June 23, 2004

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lipstick lesbians

I’m at Paradou with 3 other straight women talking crooked. We’re swapping our lesbian stories as readily as our saliva… okay; I’ll disappoint you right now. There was no kissing, only talk of kissing. Teasing, touching, and to round off…
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June 22, 2004

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customization

I’m a Libra. So now it’s out there. I don’t read horoscopes, won’t be more inclined to date a Leo or sprint from an Aries. But, I do believe in the general classifications and personality traits of the different sun…
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June 21, 2004

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father’s day

It’s father’s day, and I’m the one who walks away with a gift.  I’ve been working on his present for a while (but it’s still not ready yet).  Dad slips me a $100 bill as I leave for the Pedro…
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June 21, 2004

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daddy dearest

Things I learned from my father: 1. To pretend I have a small hole in the seat of my pants, to lure an innocent in closer, to then “brootz” in their face. 2. To call a fart a “brootz.” 3.…
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June 18, 2004

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zoom

I’m not religious. I don’t keep Sabbath or go to synagogue. I might go for Yom Kippur and Roshashana, but that’s about it. And that’s mostly for the bingeing on blintz and candied meat stew. I like Christmas trees, and…
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June 18, 2004

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manhattan beach

Thankfully Victoria’s Secret is padding. I was wearing ALL WHITE as the sky split open and cried to Dido songs at last night’s Bryant Park concert. Fans swayed, twirling umbrellas, huddling like team players, not strangers. Despite the rain, a…
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June 18, 2004

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atheists

I don’t like talking to atheists before I go to bed. Atheists are dangerous because they take a stand not to believe. Agnostics coast. They abstain and tip 13%. Believers and non-belivers take a stance. They fold their arms, dig…
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June 17, 2004

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milquetoast

“I’m going to the Dido / John Mayer concert in Bryant Park.” I say as I balance my dirty gin martini. “Oh. Yawn. John Mayer is milquetoast.” “Milquetoast?” I am certain when I say this I’ve lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah,…
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