My teeth were rattling in my head from the effective combination of the left and right hook that the drunk i had deliberately angered laid upon me. I was in rare form, walking in to a country bar and cracking jokes at his expense, pretending to be drunk even though I was stone sober, saving the booze for after. I wake up bleary -eyed and still well before dawn - both from the pollution and from wanting more than a little bit to howl over the pain in my mouth and when i get to the bathroom and catch my face in the mirror, i am surpirsed to see that my eyes have not blacked from the hits.
Strangely enough, though, a visibly bloodstained but not completely crimson tear is running down my cheek...
Strangely enough, though, a visibly bloodstained but not completely crimson tear is running down my cheek...
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Re: then I fell
Tue, November 30, 2004 - 4:42 PMAs I walked away, I could see stars hovering over the sewer drains. I thought they may be fire-flies sick from my drunken state. But just as I went to pet one, I stumbled through the hole. I feel for what must have been an hour, my head or limbs flailing and never seeming to hit the sides of this gigantic hole. When I landed, I was surrounded by people I didn't want to see. My mother must have come down to the bottom of this hole from her beach house in Florida. She was wearing a pink mumu and spilling her daquiri. Ex-boyfriends stumbled up to me, stepping on my toes...and whispering, "I knew you'd be back..." Oh god, where am I? And how do I get out? -
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Re: then I fell
Tue, November 30, 2004 - 5:13 PM"Well, this is certainly something," I said to myself, realizing that i was still drunk when i woke up, though I couldn't account for ever having left the house again. Had i only dreamed i was a guy fresh off of a bar-room dust-up with an irate redneck? I couldn't tell anymore. Even the senation of falling was just a vague recollection in a series of things that were rapidly losing cohesion and continuity. My jaw hurt from the punches, my toes hurt from the odd parade of familiar yet unfamiliar men stepping on them oblivious to the injury they were causing me.
Figuring my way out of here was going to take a very close second place to trying to figure out who in the hell i was. -
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Re: then I fell
Wed, January 5, 2005 - 10:44 AMI wondered if i had any form of i.d. on me that might shed some light on just who the hell i was. I reached for my back pocket, hoping for a wallet. What i got instead was a scare. I wasn't wearing any pants. I wasn't wearing any anything. i ran my hands over every inch of my body to make sure i wasn't bleeding or broken. aside from an achy jaw and some super-stubbed toes, i seemed to be okay. i also discovered that i wasn't the man of my dreams.
"i am woman" i heard myself say out loud. and it seemed to me that my name, at least the only name that came to me at that moment, was Alexandra Kenyatta Gonokovich-Edelstein (the 3rd)... -
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Re: then I fell
Fri, January 14, 2005 - 1:29 PMI was somewhat chagrined to have the first words i whispered to myself be a ghastly Helen Reddy song, but it was clear that my mind was no longer entirely my own and i was just going to have to deal with it. It's dark, it's cold, i'm naked and i don't feel at all well. I'm still hoping this is just some perverse dream within a dream, but whatever the case may be i need to come up with a plan. -
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...the cold
Tue, July 19, 2005 - 6:04 PM
My attempts to clear the fog from my brain are as futile as shoveling the snow from the driveway while a blizzard rages on. The brief and shallow glimpses of awareness reveal only the cold. A chill that I could feel burrowing down through layers of flesh to until it struck the bone. My aching erect nipples poked out with such force I was sure they could be used to cut glass. Suddenly there was a blinding light shining down from above and a husky voiced called down, "You alright down there? You been good...real good. I ain't heard a peep outta you in hours. You keep this up and I might give you some of that special treatment." The words "special treatment" sent a chill down my spine far worse than the cold ever could. -
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Re: ...the cold
Thu, July 28, 2005 - 12:45 PM
Slowly bits and pieces of memory come back to me, fitting together one by one like a well played game of Tetris. The bar fight, the pummeling and the knight in shining armor who came to my rescue and swept me away. Only what lay behind that "armor" was dark and ugly. A "night" in shining armor would be more appropriate. He had gained my trust at the bar and I had gladly let him take me back to his house, not that I was in any condition to resist had I wanted to. It was only back at his place that he allowed his true form to show. In the hours that followed, I found myself wishing many times that I were back on that bar room floor being stepped on and kicked in the ribs. -
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Re: ...the cold
Tue, August 9, 2005 - 4:32 PMIf nothing else, i was glad that the taste of blood in my mouth was beginning to fade - otherwise, I was certain that my mind was only moments or inches or some other small measure away from slipping.
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