A new friend

            Elizabeth has a new friend. A friend with the same held-back but anchored presence that Anthony has shown so far. A charismatic friend, very long and smooth. This new friend was eager to meet her. “I just want to be held,” he said.

Her new friend is out now. He’s big, but patient somehow, quiet. There’s that sweet tension once again, the balance of yin and yang. It’s driven her crazy before. Her new friends takes up a lot of space, but he doesn’t force himself past the appropriate boundary. He doesn’t make himself small though—he stands his ground, with an open invitation to be loved. 

           Life is fun, sometimes. Elizabeth likes to play. She is learning to play all over again. Never lose sight of your inner puppy. 

“It’s so great to meet you,” she says, and she’s genuine about it. She says it to Anthony's face all the way up there, but she’s not addressing his face.

           Can a person have a charismatic penis? And how would you know? Some things, like God, cannot be explained. They simply are. You know it in your bones. His penis is charismatic indeed, very charismatic. Or maybe it’s just been too long. She’s been alone for a while now. She’s been distracting herself from too many versions of loneliness, coming right and left. It’s never just one clean thing that hurts. It’s a myriad of little pains, a mosaic of loneliness. The past feeding the present. The present resonating with the past. The loneliness of her parents' inability to express or understand emotions. The loneliness of no-warm-body on the left side of the mattress. The loneliness of every single trauma, every separation bred by modern life. The lack of touch? It’s just the tip of the iceberg. A longing of titanic proportions lurks below.

          So her new friend came out.

So when you’re alone, imagine someone coming over to play with you. That breach to your isolation is a gift, don’t you think? A miracle..