Gurl PowR!
"Make room for me!" you squeal, barely recognizing your own voice as you splash your way towards the circle of worshipful hippies and force open a space for yourself between Laz and Lily. You follow their example, staring up at the clouds in an effort to appreciate the big raindrops that are now splashing against your face. For a moment, you can't help escaping to a vision of a sunny Moroccan beach with you lying between two oiled manservants fanning you with big green palm leaves
Plop!
The drop lands on your cheek, seeming to carry all your worry and embarrassment away as it rolls down. It feels really really refreshing! As the clouds swirl around in circles up in the sky, you find yourself wanting to let your whole body appreciate the rain. So without another thought, you whisk your shirt right off. Ooh! That feels so good! An image of you as a little girl running through the sprinkler at your aunt's country home flashes in your eyes. Yes, that was the "wild" summer of your third year, the summer before your mother bought you a decade's subscription to Blahsmo Gurl, which soon taught you the more important things in life, like boys, lipstick, and luscious locks.
Suddenly, Laz grabs your hand under the water. You turn your head with alarm and find him smiling warmly at you.
"You wanna go for a walk?" he asks.
"Sure," you say quickly, following him out of the water and up a narrow trail that circles the lake. You stop at a little covered outcropping to gaze out at the water.
"You know, when I first saw you I thought you were kinda uptight."
"Yeah," you sigh resignedly, sitting down next to Laz. "Do you still think that?"
"Nah." He takes a little tin out of his back pocket and starts expertly rolling something into a dollar bill. He lights one end and inhales deeply, holding in his breath for several seconds before releasing a big billow of silver smoke into the moist air. The rain has quieted to a sporadic drizzle.
"Is that pot?" you ask curiously.
"Sort of," he answers, handing it to you. You follow his example, inhaling deeply, only to sputter little squirts of smoke in every direction.
"Easy," he whispers, lightly stroking your back.
Suddenly, your head just feels too heavy, and without giving half a thought to the fact that you have nothing to separate you from the earth and all of its crawling creatures, you lie back in the grass. Laz follows you down, gently kissing your neck and sending out his hands to roam mmm yes, that feels very good
"Um, there's something in here."
You are shaken from your ecstatic reverie as you look down in horror to find Laz tugging on your tampon string. Aunt Flo has wronged you for the last time.
"Oh to hell with that!" you shout fiercely, yanking out the tampon and hurling it with all your strength into the lake.
Laz just stares at you with a look of frozen horror.
"Oh no, not you too! Another boy who can't handle a little blood?"
"Not the blood, man. The planet! Is that tampon biodegradable?"
You heave an exultant sigh of relief.
"Relax. It is."
"Groovy. Here, take another hit on this "
"Hey, Laz," you whisper, giggling and snuggling into his arms as you point up at the early-evening sky, "The moon . It looks just like a butt."
Plop!
The drop lands on your cheek, seeming to carry all your worry and embarrassment away as it rolls down. It feels really really refreshing! As the clouds swirl around in circles up in the sky, you find yourself wanting to let your whole body appreciate the rain. So without another thought, you whisk your shirt right off. Ooh! That feels so good! An image of you as a little girl running through the sprinkler at your aunt's country home flashes in your eyes. Yes, that was the "wild" summer of your third year, the summer before your mother bought you a decade's subscription to Blahsmo Gurl, which soon taught you the more important things in life, like boys, lipstick, and luscious locks.
Suddenly, Laz grabs your hand under the water. You turn your head with alarm and find him smiling warmly at you.
"You wanna go for a walk?" he asks.
"Sure," you say quickly, following him out of the water and up a narrow trail that circles the lake. You stop at a little covered outcropping to gaze out at the water.
"You know, when I first saw you I thought you were kinda uptight."
"Yeah," you sigh resignedly, sitting down next to Laz. "Do you still think that?"
"Nah." He takes a little tin out of his back pocket and starts expertly rolling something into a dollar bill. He lights one end and inhales deeply, holding in his breath for several seconds before releasing a big billow of silver smoke into the moist air. The rain has quieted to a sporadic drizzle.
"Is that pot?" you ask curiously.
"Sort of," he answers, handing it to you. You follow his example, inhaling deeply, only to sputter little squirts of smoke in every direction.
"Easy," he whispers, lightly stroking your back.
Suddenly, your head just feels too heavy, and without giving half a thought to the fact that you have nothing to separate you from the earth and all of its crawling creatures, you lie back in the grass. Laz follows you down, gently kissing your neck and sending out his hands to roam mmm yes, that feels very good
"Um, there's something in here."
You are shaken from your ecstatic reverie as you look down in horror to find Laz tugging on your tampon string. Aunt Flo has wronged you for the last time.
"Oh to hell with that!" you shout fiercely, yanking out the tampon and hurling it with all your strength into the lake.
Laz just stares at you with a look of frozen horror.
"Oh no, not you too! Another boy who can't handle a little blood?"
"Not the blood, man. The planet! Is that tampon biodegradable?"
You heave an exultant sigh of relief.
"Relax. It is."
"Groovy. Here, take another hit on this "
"Hey, Laz," you whisper, giggling and snuggling into his arms as you point up at the early-evening sky, "The moon . It looks just like a butt."
