I watch her pack her bags and reach for the poster she'd been working on all night.
The reds and the blacks screamed the word 'FEMINIST' on it as well as on her entire being.
Not so much in the wee hours, when I had her on her knees begging for control. *Chuckle
She wore that cloth around her sweet mouth so well.
Almost as well as this black mask she costumes her face with for this rally.
I love watching her prepare for her adventures.
You see, I'm a simple person with insubstantial or close to minimal ambition.
She is my polar opposite.
She is a warrior, a fighter, a believer, a passion exhuming aura.
Forgive me for reading off of her posters.
I, on the other hand, am none of those things. I am easily amused. I am an emotional train wreck. I am an introvert to a certain extent.
I do not contribute to conversations over wine and cheese.
I am a complacent being by nature.
Good luck to the men down at the Center, that poster she's holding----
We had sex on it.
A lot.
PS, that's what that stink is.