Brief Essay

Do you remember if Clit Club was on Friday or Saturday? I can't remember. I think Meat was on Friday and it was for the boys. And Clit Club was on Saturday for the girls. I guess I should say men and women but I was so young then that I didn't really think about that sort of thing. And one did feel young over there in the darkness. I remember you could watch girl on girl porn downstairs. Not the kind I found in my father's drawer when I was looking for the remote control (though I watched that too) but rough cut, grainy dyke porn, which isn't so much for me anymore but has it's charms and certainly is something closer to real. Though I don't know if real was what I was looking for at The Clit Club. It all sort of felt like a movie. Standing downstairs watching the girls fuck on the screen, doing things I really hadn't done yet. Standing and watching and feeling my friend tap my shoulder and say she'd be back in a bit, the way the girl standing with her would sort of look at me for a second and I'd feel a bit shy. Do you remember the Clit Club? There was a stage where butch girls would dance like go go boys. I remember standing with my friends watching this short-haired woman in her baseball cap, t-shirt and boxers that were packed. And how the girls with long hair and short skirts would get on the stage and get down on their knees. I watched her put her hand in their long hair and hold their gaze before the girls would bend their heads and pretend. I was still trying to figure it all out. What went on in small bathrooms when my friend's went inside? I knew what I imagined happened but really it was a mystery to me.
From the Mortality Sessions
Gabrielle Calvocoressi
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From the Mortality Sessions

Gabrielle Calvocoressi

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