Invisible Women of my Saturn

In love with characters of my life and the invisible women of my Saturn, I thought I’d introduce you all to some creatures, inspired by folks I love, and have met along the way.  Meet Persia, Sampson, and Geraldine.

Persia -a low-cut blouse-wearing Latina from the Bronx.  Most days she gets her fingernails stuck between her teeth, or the insert of someone’s dimple.  She likes passion but only finds passion when someone sucks her toes while tickling the sole of her foot.  She finds pleasure in hard candies and outdoor swimming.  Single as a lost sock, she flirts with her English professors and uses online dating in the day to supplement her nightly video-porn navigation when craigslist is slow.

Samspon -a bottom fag gay trans-masculine, gender-non-conforming ethical slut.  Ze likes to perform poetry about ex-lovers, while reciting in either the first or last two lines, that the poem is not about them, depending on if it is or not.  You can catch him inside of the alleyway of a dodge bar in Baltimore, jerking off a trans-guy’s plastic cock or in the corner of your local sex party, often finding excuse to go to the bathroom, and smoke a cigarette.  In five years, Sampson would like to father a colony of follower poets where sex is had like breakfast by all inhabitants, to better get it out of the way, and start living.

Geraldine -an elementary school teaching swinger.  She just turned 29 and knows that it is time to get pregnant.  Her boyfriend says once they have enough money and have traveled, they can start on the baby.  Since then she spends all of her time planning trips to other countries, and finding herself wrapped between her boyfriend and new travel companion, often double dosing (but only her boyfriend is allowed to do anal).  On occasion, she will finger the other man’s wife if she isn’t otherwise occupied, but would much prefer to concentrate on her moaning.

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4 Responses to Invisible Women of my Saturn

  1. brrnrrd says:

    “In five years, Sampson would like to father a colony of follower poets where sex is had like breakfast by all inhabitants, to better get it out of the way, and start living.” Can I come?

  2. brrnrrd says:

    It should be something like this. Lord knows the participants of this residency do more than make art.

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