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A Lipstick Lesbian on the Prowl in London
The hardest thing I’ve ever done
You know that philosophical question: If there’s no one to hear a tree fall down, will it still make a noise when it does?”
Being alone in London feels like this question. You ask it over and over again in different variations: If I throw myself in front of this train, will the passengers in it feel my heart shatter?
If I stand here and pick my nose will anyone notice? If I cry in foetal position in my bathtub with no one knowing or hearing me, am I really sad?
A Lipstick Lesbian on the Prowl in London
The One
Warning: This story ends in heartbreak. If you’ve just come out of a break-up, save this for another day. Or do read it and you can tell me your story and we can cry together. If you’re falling in love, stop reading now, I’ll only depress you and you’ll have your turn soon enough. And if you’re single and alone, this’ll show you why you’re better off that way.
A Lipstick Lesbian on the Prowl in London
DREAM – Day 4 after break-up
Last night I dreamt I was cradled in the One’s breasts and every time I wanted to fall asleep, she lifted my chin and kissed me. It was so real. Soft. Passionate. Forever and perfect…
Then I woke up and realised that I was alone in my bed and The One had broken up with me. Last Thursday, to be exact. It took all the power I had to get out of bed this morning. How do you get out of bed when you have no-one to dream of while you’re awake?
A Lipstick Lesbian on the Prowl in London
Coffee girl
I sell frappacinos to restaurants. It pays better than journalism and I’m in London for a good time, not politics.
The girl who serves the coffee at one of my new clients in Chancery Lane takes my breath away (literally. As in, I forget to breathe). She’s definitely gay. I’m never wrong. Except that one time when I was wrong about my first “girlfriend”. (“Just because I let you fuck me doesn’t make me gay,” I think is how she put it.)
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