Porn Marionette

I am not a writer. I am not a teacher. These are my chosen disguises. I walk down the hall, sure-footed, professionally dressed, and see my reflection in the fish tank, dark with purple-black rocks, and wonder who that might actually be. 20140516_154055He vanishes like a wave and I listen to my steps down the next hall. I think of being something else, a truck driver, a goaltender, an emperor, a porn star. Screenshot (352)I think of myself in these modes where I might not hold my thoughts so tight, not be so worried about others laughing at my stupidity. I wonder about choosing again, being another me. I look at those around – these nincompoops in nincompoop hats – and cringe. I forge on, alone, less of anything, but less a marionette, a sitcom bit player, stumbling in for my laugh. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI have to be happy with that. And tell myself that again and again.

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  1. While I see your need to be something you currently are not, as in the grass is always greener,.. your escape and excuse as a writer is to do just that. To become or to empathize with what ever character your choose to develop. In my raw life I try to ware different hats so as to not get bored with one repeating task and often hats are plunked down on top of me – no fun. You get to be a whale, or a mirror or a wardrobe, or a woman in fuchsia going out to a ball – or a tennis match. Personally, I’d like to see more POV from an female aquarium service provider walking on as a bit player in a porn video,..

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