I could see in the reflection A face staring back at me At the moment of surrender Of vision over visibility
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Walking on Broken Glass
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Waiting for a new guy always causes me to play music. The wait is always easier thinking of the horses partying.
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Harlequin is created to be the epitome of androgynous beauty. He will be able to slip and drift effortlessly between male and female roles.
When I said that I could not wait to dress him in a dress, my friend said, "A dress? But he would look so good in the style you dress your guys in. Give him antique lace and brocade knee britches."
Of course, she is right. But I will be walking on broken glass trying to decide which to dress him in at any given time. He really will look so good in a dress.
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Harlequin,
Wild Horses