Tuesday 24 June 2014

A Lebanese Lesbian

A man that looks like Moby performs a lyrical lapdance.
Possibly the whitest gangsta rap i have ever seen.
Between that and rhymes spat at the iranian war i wonder if i should be here.
Their voices perfectly syncopated, coopers pale in hand and looking very much newtown shabby sheik.
I wonder if someone will politely tap me on the shoulder, followed by a curt but quiet "ahem" before i am escorted out of the room.
I write stories about dicks and men that push their poo down the drains at backpackers hostels because that's all i really know.
I ask my ex boyfriend if i'm like those fat female comedians that can only make jokes about their periods and he says "yeah!" like it's a good thing.
I contemplate getting drunk and booty calling him later, but my room is really messy.
He's so organized that he's colour coded his books and i'm pretty sure he's measured the space between them all exactly.
Among other things i have a half eaten packet of Jatz and an empty packet of salami on my desk that i ate for dinner last night.
I decide to leave it.  
There's a free zine that i pick up.
I open the page.
"Even toy dogs get put down".
It resonates with me and i assure myself that i will go home and write more.
Like a whore for the laughs and those odd little clicks dispersed at poignant moments.
There are two cool young lesbians sitting in the corner, biracial couple too.
Fuck.
I'd love to be a cool young lesbian.
Instead i just keep dating men that are in my proximity.
Proximal bias i call it, like a dating cabin fever.
Extra points if you live within a 5 minute drive of my house.
We have sex and then i go home and watch lesbian porn.
I'm not into the short haircut though, i think it might make me look chubby.
I watch so much lesbian porn that it comes up when my housemate asks to borrow my phone to google something.
www.pornmd.com
search
"tribbing"
What's tribbing?
Fuck, can't you use your own phone?
I go to "Heaps Gay" one night and make out with a lebanese girl.
A lebanese lesbian, with her side boob, hand rolled cigarettes and trendy tattoos.
I'd never really pictured myself with tattoos though, and i'm not much of a smoker.
So there goes that i guess.

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