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The unruly curls that feather against the baby-fine hairs on the skin of my cheek, the threadcount worn thin from countless nights of restless sleep, the lamplight that spills over curves hugged by jersey and flannel…
The fleeced sheep that decorate the pajamas I wear, the satin ribbon that ties at the waist, the thighs they encase…
Let’s pretend for a moment that defacement of nearly-new public property is not at issue here. That there is nothing troubling about the fact that somebody out there had nothing more positive or productive to do than lug a can of white spray paint into a clean(!!!), publicly accessible bathroom stall and press the nozzle down long enough to create the backboard for others’ collective ungenious.
Let’s pretend that blatant disrespect for shared spaces in open-to-all, tax-funded facilities is not even a thing. That this whatever-it-iz is not problematic or otherwise indicative of 128 deeper, more disturbing underlying issues in the community at large or the petty criminal at small.
Let’s just pretend, and zoom our lens in a little closer on this tiny piece of puzzling reality.
“Where’s my phone?” I ask him as he lays atop me, post-orgasm (mine, of course).
After fishing about under my left hip, he hands the blue-cased gadget to me.
“Woops! Phone was unlocked. I hope we didn’t accidentally call my mom during our fuck-a-thon,” I say with a grin. Then, holding my phone at an angle I *think* might catch us both…
“SELFIE!” I laugh. “Say CHEESE!”
Uh-oh… Forgot the flash…
The photo above was taken in September 2017 while walking on the beach with my visiting long-distance partner. (Henceforth, long-distance partner = LDP) The photograph seems metaphorical somehow. Perhaps it is the solitary-ness of the birds; though they are both meandering through the waves at the same time and in the same place, they are clearly not ‘together’ in a way that indicates that they are experiencing the moment in the same way.
My takeaway: Commonality of place, time, and shared activity does not necessarily equate to mutual interpretation of / understanding about the experience.
I saw my LDP twice in 2017. During our visits this past year – spring and fall, respectively – I think the two of us were, at times, very much like those two birds in the photo above. We were in the same space, doing the same things… We were together, yes. But I don’t think we were having the same experience.