- I wish someone would give me back my clothes, or at least throw me a towel. What do you do when you've been happily naked for years and then, one day, unhappily so? Where does a girl go for a little protection? I'm in a north land of vulnerability and liable to freeze to death if I don't find a way to protect my thin skin. At least for a little while. While I figure out how to toughen up a bit. While I figure out how to apply that protective coating that everyone else seems to move around so easily in. I think they sent me the wrong size. Mine seems too tight. Is it supposed to make it so difficult to breathe? Is it supposed to be so hard to feel someone else's skin against mine? I don't like how the zipper feels against my chest - cold and metallic and restrictive. And, I'm scared to do it up all the way. Like if I did I might discover that it doesn't undo, that the whole thing has melted into my skin like a permanent, black tattoo, which really only leaves a girl looking tough, and still likely to freeze to death in the cold.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Naked
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