“I’m surprised I’ve gazed at you so long without kissing you,” he told me recently. “Maybe it’s because you haven’t asked to kiss me”, I replied.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen pussy before. To the contrary, having dated women throughout graduate school, I was definitely more familiar than most with being close to another woman’s body. So it couldn’t have been just the mere fact of pussy that made that spring morning in Austin in 2012 so impactful.
I’d like to share something here about my grief process of late. Sunday, a very close friend of mine died in a car accident. No warning, nothing in her life indicated the end was near. A car hit her and she was gone.