LesbosOnTheCouch
by Beth C, one of the Lesbos
by Beth C, one of the Lesbos
Our Seven Chins (and it’s not because I’m a LesboOnTheCouch)
How many chins do you have? I have seven. Look at your feet.
I walk into the office…no, not the work office – another office I frequent…
“You smell nice.”
Really? Nobody ever says that to me…must be my hair.
“No, it’s something else…It smells like an essence or oil of some kind.”
Oh, it must be my chins. I say this pointing to my sandaled feet. My Love creams them every night so that they won’t be all dry and scratchy and painful for both of us…
“Your chins?...on your feet?”
Yeah.
Oh, I forgot again. We have different body parts then everybody else…
Look at my feet. Those things you call heels. Don’t they look like chins? And that body part you call elbows – elbow or arm chins. And at the bottom of the butt –butt chins…There you have it seven chins.
Well, what else is different about me, about us? My kid grew up with six pits. Everyone has arm pits…but we have more of those, too.
Son 1 came from school one day (I think he was in junior high school already)…a bit confused, amazed and maybe angry….”Mom! DO YOU KNOW THAT KNEES DO NOT HAVE PITS?! And neither do elbows….!” This he learned from his biology teacher….
Semantics my child – EVERYTHING is just words…
Some women have tits. I have BOOBS. We all have breasts. I love boobs and boobies- not such a fan of tits and titties…and breasts – well, if I am being all serious and technical and mature and artsy…breasts will do. But boobs and boobies are fun! They bounce and jiggle and dance! And one day they will touch my knees and maybe my toes when I can no longer bend to reach them myself.
And then there is the vagina…or if you are a New Yorker, you might say, virgina…but you’d be mistaken- for very many reasons…Personally, I have a twat. I learned about twats from an older friend long ago – when she was still alive and had one herself. Twats are also lots of fun and full of pleasure and wonder.
Then there is pussy…which reminds me of cats and something a little too sweet and soft and unpredictable, without strength and self determination.
Twats equal fun.
My Love sometimes says toota…and I think of something noisy and horn-like…which of course can happen…toot – a!
But my twat is warm and welcomes my Love…and brings me pleasure…And it too will eventually replace my slippers and be warm and fuzzy on my toes and foot chins in the winter.
Ok – so that about sums up my feminine parts…and by the way –
HAPPY GAY PRIDE PARADE, my Tel Aviv friends! Yeah for us…and yeah for the places that allows us the pleasure of being whom we are!
