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December 09, 2005
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Volume 33
Issue 49
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Lipstick and Lust |
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| Baby it's cold out there, but Lipstick and Lust finds ways to be warm and keep the lust alive | ||
| By Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid
- SGN A&E Writer
Ah, the holidays, when downtown turns into a maze of bodies, and it gets chilly enough to bake things in the oven, like sweet potatoes and sausages. Makes a good breakfast when everything's run out believe me! And lusting takes on a sharper edge, because one is looking for that special body to cuddle up to as we head into the deep of winter. Me, I'm happy my tree's up, (with a hot new 'fairy diva' ornament on it this year!), and that my little kitties, Zzell and Garbo have been faithfully listening to all of my rants and raves of late about everything from rude drivers, to the jerky guy who might have stolen my purse at the worst bus stop in town (on Thanksgiving day no less!), and wanting to have a girl to share my happy moments with. One can always count on cats to do that, if you keep feeding and spoiling them. So, at last the Christmas spirit has hit yours truly like a giant chocolate bar full of nuts and raisins, and now I have a tree that looks like one of those '30's movies trees, just smaller and little, dancing pony lights adorning the big window. And I've warned the kitties that if they even so much as put paw to one ornament, no treats in their stockings my dear! So far, they've heeded the words and nothing's been broken or disturbed yet. In the mean time, between the decorating, and the lusting and walking off leaving my purse at the yuckiest bus stop in town, after fearing that two silly men would spill their turf war into my lap, I have tried some yummy things. And, to my delight, I finally got into that store I drool over every time I go by it, Anthropologie (from which I get a catalogue regularly and drool over that too), at which I tried the new 'Memoirs of a Geisha' eau de cologne and checked out the 'Memoirs of a Geisha' face palette. Both are delish and I might go back and buy the palette for myself or someone very special. I also tried the 'lip ganache' (these amazing little lip balms that feel as good as they smell, which is like chocolate ganache), and highly recommend them for very soft and kissable lips. Hey, who doesn't want to taste chocolate when they kiss? Anthropologie is located on 5th Avenue, about a block and a half from Nordstrom, and they have late hours now, so this might actually be worth a trip into the downtown beast's belly to pick up a last minute stocking stuffer or very cute ornament. I know a couple of folks on my list who'll be getting the 'lip ganache', but I'm not saying who. Also, I've been playing with my masculine side, trying to resolve some lingering 'stuff' from when I was a wee Dykelet, and I have to recommend both Lolita Lempicka's men's cologne, the 'Hummer' eau de toilette, and 'Fahrenheit eau de toilette (and these last two come in my favorite color bottles, red).And I recommend Bliss' 'Rosy Toes' for keeping winter feet soft and touchable and Sephora's oh so wonderful 'Body Butter', for soft, not scaly skin this winter. And do try Lulu Guiness' 'Cast a Spell' which smells like a walk in heaven, believe me. Finally, if you want sexy eyes for the party season, add water to Urban Decay's new glitter powders and paint on for that 'snow bunny' look, or try Yves Rocher's Kohl pencil in the new shade, bleu perle. So Parisienne and smudged, so hmmm hmmm sexy! And if you're looking for a worthy cause to give to (isn't it really better to give than receive?), then wander in to Anthropologie, and buy one of the cute little stuffed animals at the counter. They'll be giving them away to kids at Children's Hospital between now and Christmas. You can't take one home, but you will get a warm feeling knowing a deserving child has a snuggly toy to make their hospital stay a little more bearable this time of year. Oh yes, and do come out for the coffeehouse and open mic that Radical Women are hosting on December 10th focused on housing issues. Starts at 7:30 p.m. and yours truly you'll be reading some of her poetry. Call 722-6057 for information on childcare and the possibility of ridesharing. Now, before I give you the grand finale of 'I, Succubus'-yes, our little demoness is going away so this space can be filled by a totally kick-ass sci-fi/fantasy called 'Prayerland', which will kick off just before Christmas-time to give you my little 'gift wish list'. First, I want the 'four foot rule' thrown out so I can get a lap dance for my birthday. Second, if I can't see George Bush impeached, I'll settle for new earrings and a cute little bracelet. And third, I want a redhead in my bed before the end of the year (or a girl of any hair color, as long as she's femmy and has no huge issues hanging about). Finally, candles, candles, candles, I want candles and a posh frock and high heeled black, leather boots. So, there you go, my little 'wish list' for Santa. |
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| Now, 'I, Succubus'. | ||
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| 'Hi. Hey you owe me a big apology!' Gloriana felt her face smile, but knew underneath, it would be a long time before joy blossomed inside her numb heart. She'd seen things in the last hour-hard to think it had only taken an hour-that would stay with her the rest of her life. And then there was the knowledge that she was now two beings, and that one needed human life to feed. 'Yeah, I guess so. Can we sit down, it's been a long, long day," she felt her knees start to wobble and was glad that her one night date was so forgiving, as the other woman instantly put her strong hand under Glory's arm and led her to the table where they'd first charted the course that ended up with them in bed together. ' Now, tell mama all about it,' Glory looked into the sparkling brown eyes, moved down to the full lips and her own lip trembled as she started to tell what she could remember of the last hour, still amazed it had been such a short time ago.
'Hey honey, could I get another coke, thanks, you're a doll,' Detective McChord followed the waitress' backside with his eyes, while he munched on the Rueben sandwich, dribbling crumbs from his stuffed mouth. His partner, officer Bealty took a sip of his coffee, trying to not look as repulsed as he felt. 'So, I go back to the dirty club&uh&adult entertainment place&and Chris is nowhere to be seen, just his car in the back, but no Chris, you know what I'm saying?' More crumbs dribbled before McChord took a generous slurp of the coke that had been put before him by the pretty waitress, who smiled at officer Bealty, making him feel even guiltier about his partner's neanderthalic behavior. 'Yeah, I heard it on the radio coming down here. Shouldn't we out trying to find him, trying to solve the, uh, murders?' the man was anxious to get to work, to get away from the sight of a man he could barely tolerate stuffing his face, making a mess of perfectly good food. The waitress placed the check on the table and office Bealty took it, almost missing the attempt by detective McChord to slap the waitress on her round ass. 'Let's go, better not let any more time pass,' and they were up and out the door in a blur, neither noticing the strange smile on the waitress' face, or the sudden, eerie light that formed around her, that no one else saw. On the hillside, where two feral creatures shed their human shapes and became the demonic beings they truly were, officer Chris and his wolf-bodied host-now a petite creature with no sexual designation-waited, waited for Gloriana. And as she raced to this very spot, not knowing why, only feeling a since of urgency to be somewhere, a howling, a murmuring, a growling sound shredded the air, signaling the impending battle to come. All Glory knew was that after her mysterious lover disappeared, everything had gone kaflooey, with sirens going off, car alarms clanging up and down the street, lights winking on and off, and a gloom that came out of nowhere covering the at first sunny, clear day. She didn't know why, but something urged her toward the center of town, and images from the nightmare she'd had on an earlier evening crept into her mind, making her hands tremble on the wheel of her car. She looked down at the cell phone on the seat next to her, thought of calling someone, couldn't figure out who that would be, turned her attention back to the road, and almost missed the car suddenly in front of her. 'Hey, you, what the&' she watched in amazement as the car kept on going and ran into a tree to her right. When she pulled the door open, deciding to stop and see if anyone was hurt, she almost wasn't surprised to find no one at the wheel. Charged with the adrenaline of fear and anger, she returned to her vehicle, and sped away, back on course toward the center of town. 'Ma'am you're going to have to wait, I have a situation here. Just try and keep her quiet, and I'll try to get someone out there as soon as&' Evy slammed the phone down before the dispatcher could finish her sentence, shaking with rage and a feeling she didn't like, being out of control. She remembered that's how she felt when her ex-husband would come home from one of his many nights of drinking and womanizing and the fights would start. She didn't like feeling helpless, especially when it came to her child. 'Mommy, mommy, I can't go back to sleep, I'm so scared, mommy&' She touched Mallow's forehead, felt the fever under her hand, knew something was terribly wrong, and in her gut, she knew this had something to do with the man Mallow had told her about and the missing dancers in the Blue Lady. And when she saw the tall woman, dressed head to toe in the blood red cat suit, the only thing Evy could do was grab Mallow to her, her mouth working, but no scream coming out. And by the time Glory reached the center of town, the smell of blood, the palpable aura of death permeated the air. Already, the kidnapped bodies of innocent civilians, taken by each side, even as they went about their business, had been slaughtered by things Glory couldn't so much see, but knew they were there in the foggy gloom that now covered her city. She felt a strong hand tug at her shoulder. 'I have been waiting for you amiri, and now you have come at last,' she recognized the voice of the man who had been in her dream, the man she knew in her soul had killed Yedda, the dancers and the Gay man in the alley Chris had told her about. She tried to free herself, but found her arms pinned behind her back painfully. 'You, unhand her, or believe me, not only will you die, but you will die painfully, slowly,' Glory kicked the man holding her, glad that his momentary attention lapse allowed her to get free. 'Ow, you will pay for&' And then it was on, the slashing clawed hands, the ripping flesh, and the feral blood frenzy of the two otherworldly beings, vying for what, Glory didn't know, but what she did know was that it would end with her lover needing something vital from her. Glory let her head fall forward, felt the hot tears roll down her cheeks, was glad to bury her head in Kanetha's soft breasts, delighting in the smell of her, the simple, human smell of female flesh. 'Oh honey, I'm sorry. I guess you did have quite a night of&something&' she heard the pity, wasn't sure the woman believed her, didn't care. 'I know it all sounds crazy, but really, trust me, it all happened just like that,' She felt herself being pulled upward, and her heart lurched. 'Wha&' 'Did you think I really died out there my sweet?' She kissed the woman before her, passionately, with more desire than she'd ever felt, or at least not expected to ever feel again. 'How?' She listened as Billie told her how as Glory watched the other being tear her lover to pieces, the soul she still had ran into the nearest, innocent body it could inhabit. 'And who better than the one who loves me so much,' Glory decided she didn't want to try and wrap her brain around any more of this day, which was now somehow late evening, and so she just allowed herself to be kissed deeply, and her breast squeezed gently by her lover. 'Come on, we've got a night to make, messy with passion,' Glory giggled and they walked out of the bar together. And Mallow slept, without dreams, her mother beside her, fitful, but somehow more at peace with memories of her ex than the partial memory of what might have happened earlier. Detective McChord kept screaming and screaming but no one came to see what the matter was, as no one knew he was locked away in a room that would only be opened again when the man Billie had defeated rose again in a new form, several thousand years from that moment. And Chris bade farewell to his once again lovely companion, with the joyful knowledge she'd be visiting his dreams from time to time, reinventing his wet dreams in ways he could only hope were as good as the real experience with her had been. There you are, a good ending, no? Tune in two weeks when the most kick the jams out sci-fi/fantasy will fill this space with a prelude, Christmas installment. And for the folks who gave me your business cards in the last few week, (including the very cool lawyer who worked on the Jackson trial, and the woman starting a cosmetic line to battle breast cancer), and you please e-mail me, since your cards were lost with my stolen purse. Thanks dears. And do drop by the tea shop at the front door of our building and visit Naima and get some tea for stocking stuffers. E-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, but do can the spam, it only gets deleted so stop wasting your time. Happy holidays! |
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