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2008-09-02
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
B. 5.7.1840 Votkinsk, Urdmurtia / D. 11.6.1893 St. Petersburg
Cholera
A brush with authenticity:
among dark trees haunted by dead relatives
I respect big tall butch women, say God bless them in fact, but I’ve always felt a distance between us that shades into wary. I suppose for my own part I’ve often thought they might mistake me for a toy, start tossing me about in their big strong jaws
or something
not that it mightn’t be nice in the hotter summer months especially, to go limp and be disrobed by something wolfish in a big-handed woman’s desire
to stroke the hard mobile muzzle of authenticity
but that was to dream about, not do – so I reasoned
with the other hand – the one not still clutching my basket of goodies
and with some prescience assumed that a real big tall butch would never let me get that far before I scared her back to the woods.
Yes? Well I’m afraid you’ve got my grandmother in your stomach.
Consolation Site: Brighton Ballet