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by Generosa Goodhand
www.generosa-goodhand.com
generosagoodhand@aol.com
Not only is Generosa Goodhand one of the most ravishing women in Chicago,
she is a brilliant and creative writer. Her style is unique and always interesting. Join her
in this series.
MANIFESTO PART ONE
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"I Want To Be"
The need and want of you
steals away my breath .
Like dragons fire burning through my chest ,
coursing through my veins .
Tie myself to St. Andrews cross
while crying out your name.
All bound with black tape to learn
life's a game of make believe and lust
if nothing else you're the boss where this lust is concerned.
I write this in my Eighth grade binder and stayed seated a minute, chewing on the
cheap bic inkpen. The words I wrote are even causing MY skin to crawl. Not crawl
unpleasantly, but to tease and to tickle and to scan the surface with just the
lightest of touches. Tingling. I close my diary and rise to seat it on its shelf in
the closet, thinking I am childish for writing in a diary. My diary. My very OWN
diary,so what ? . Then I think I am not immature, it's just a very mature thing to
do,most people don't understand me.I smile with the satisfaction of a lithe young
huntress and hear my diary clunk into place. I Leave my room looking confident, but
knowing inside behind my beautiful smile that nothing is okay, there is something I
seek, that I yearn for, that I need. I left the room looking like a silly young
girl, who happened to be feeling the desires of a woman, but not just any woman. A
man eater.
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" Amen " the bodies around the table chorused , including my slightly more frail
one, making sure to pronounce it AH-men and not "A" men.I didn't get why people did
that. It wasn't like toma"toe" and to"mato"and also it was annoying.Someone is
saying things to me, or at me...about good girls that got good grades got nice cars.
Internally I wrinkle my nose at all of this. Outwardly I smile and nod and retreat
quickly from the room, my long skinny feet slapping the wood floor with hurried
melody. I had to go home and find my black boots, because there was a party that
night in the woods. I had wanted to look special. wanted to look beautiful and grown
up and dark and mysterious, like the woman that every man wanted. I didn't want to
be high school prom queen.SO not glamorous. I wanted people to want me. Lots of
people. I wanted the people too. I needed them. I wanted good people to think I was
good . I wanted bad people to think I was bad. But most of all I wanted. I wanted
everything, and I wanted it now
written by Chicago Escort - Generosa Goodhand
My private diary and pic gallery ..get to know me !
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