The S—- Word

June 18, 2011

This thought is of no importance. It just flitted through my mind. I knew a girl once named Debbie. Actually I knew 2. And her name wasn’t Debbie. She was generous with her favours. And always there was some guy hanging around her. Like a vulcher circling in the sky. Looking for road kill. Looking for those favours. Debbie was beautiful in an unconventional sort of way. She had a beautiful body, lovely face, nice eyes. But she smiled out of the side of her face. Odd that. Except that it fit her cynicism. She expected men to let her down. And of course they did. Because those were the kind of guys she preferred. It made her cynical about a lot of things. Especially about happiness. So she partied. I’m not sure how many abortions she had. But she seemed to be picking up quite a head of steam as she plowed into her 30s. For a short period of time I fell in love with her. Not for the obvious reasons. You didn’t have to fall for her for her to fall for you. In fact it was a disadvantage. What I loved about her was that she kept trying. She was fearless. With her body. And her emotions. People like to use the S— word about girls like Debbie. I never did. I just knew she was dangerous. To herself. And you.

2 Responses to “The S—- Word”

  1. What a provocative and insightful essay on a women’s desire and the consequences of her actions. As I read your essay, I felt a sense of connection and empathy. I never judge any woman for her behaviors, I only would want to see them find their path to happiness, if that is what they desire.

  2. Caitlyn said

    Merely wanna state that this is very helpful , Thanks for taking your time to write this.

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