Excerpt from “Who Wants to Marry a Savant?”
August 19, 2010 at 9:46 pm Leave a comment
When she sat “Indian-style” in front of me, I realized she wasn’t wearing anything under her orange sun dress. I also noticed she didn’t shave like I did. Months later, Gina Q. would tell me to throw away my razor—at least when it came to “down there.” She didn’t think it was natural, didn’t think I should look like a twelve-year-old. I resisted at first, but I quickly came to my senses. “I want you just as you are,” she would sometimes whisper as she unbuttoned my pants.
When I first met Gina Q., she had cotton candy colored dreadlocks, a cute amount of cleavage, and a slight southern accent. But it wasn’t until I ran into her at a screening of postmodern feminist pornography/erotica that she really made an impression on me.
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