It’s finally, finally warm out! You know what that means*? Shed clothes, bare legs, tank tops, and skin. It means bold looks at attractive people because it has been so very long since I’ve seen smiling faces on the streets of this city. It means the city coming alive at night, waking up from hibernation. I caught an old man staring at a slim, bare-legged woman today and I gave him a dirty look that said, “don’t look at me that way old fart,” before realizing that I am also a dirty old man.
I like to think of myself as a professional person, but sometimes I talk about my colleague's amazing ass. Totally, completely inappropriate. I like to think of myself as a feminist, but sometimes I have to say, “love me some titties.” (because, really, who doesn’t? and if a woman is doing performance with her body, who am I not to appreciate it?). Does this make me any less professional (maybe) or feminist (I don’t think so)?
I love spring, blooming trees and bare skin. The breeze that comes in the door of the coffee shop and runs by, beneath my skirt, as a cute dyke smiles at me. The bold gaze of a suit as I walk down the street, heels clicking on the pavement, who is surprised when I return his gaze with a smile. Spring is the time when we remember just how beautiful our neighbors are.
*of course you do, everyone, everywhere is proclaiming their love of spring
Of course Margot!
ReplyDeleteI would never want to assign you to a box, as I find them so stifling myself.