Selected Work - Huey Helene Alcaro
“I Get a Kick Out of You” Originally printed in Contrary Magazine My clitoris sings songs of love. Or lust. Most love songs are really lust songs. This is our story. Of course you know some of it but I like to tell stories so here’s our story to date—as I’ve lived it. We were at that fundraiser for a politician who is not as objectionable as most, waiting for the pontification. Nothing to do but talk, fill the time with something other than uneasy silence in the din of babble around us. We didn’t remember we’d met before. I did have a nagging feeling there was something vaguely familiar about you. Do you come to these things regularly? you asked, which was only slightly more engaging than, come here often? Sorry, I couldn’t let that pass. I said no. My first. You? You said, same. I asked if you believed in him, and you said as much as you could believe in any one of the breed. I thought, well, at least he isn’t a fanatic. Something unexpected was going on during our sparkling repartee. I wanted to get you into bed so badly my teeth ached. Actually that was probably Continue Reading ...
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