girl on girl crime

Girl on girl crime is taught long before the official schooling ever begins
Before the days of figuring out what to shave what to expose and the anxiety
Wrapped up in wearing a pad for your first time in junior high cuz it’s not just the boys with fluctuating enunciations and transformative vocalizations with something to hide anymore underneath sweaters tied tight around tiny waists
With unleashed dreams longing for realization under some second hand jeans from The Gap where you learn the truth that you / by your essence / have something / you are / something to hide/ and if people are going to start telling the truth around here –then I’m going to bed...

You learn that shit when you are learning how to walk and so you attempt a round about of the living room coffee table chasing after the crayons or the doll or the piece of paper
You don’t really remember what “it” was anymore but you remember how your older sister kept moving it further and further away laughing at your feeble attempts to achieve / to realize /

Or how she would lock you out of the house when your parents were gone
Because the huge tree with gnarled roots looked to you in your wild imagination
(Which you never really ever left the world of) looked like a flock of ferrets and foxes to come chasing you down to attack you like the attacks of Freddy Cruger chasing you in blood stained dreams and tear soaked sheets because she made you stay up and watch that scary fucking movie that terrified you of a fucking color and you couldn’t wear red for years afterwards…

And you are still living in your fantasy world, because its always felt much more fabulous to you than the one you got going on when you are not daydreaming - which truth be told, is still kinda where its at!

But it was all good, so cool, b’seder, sababa because you knew deep down where it was headed and where it was all going past elementary school and to the fields of junior high
With your three way besty friendships which always left one on the outs
And so your mom told you that being a friend meant being there for someone always, despite anything they did that you might disagree with / despite anything that they are which you might try hard to judge. Cuz that’s what a fucking friend is - but maybe some of your girlfriends never had a mom as great as yours

So you stand by it to high school and through some friends all trying to fuck your boyfriend meanwhile telling yourself that you would never do that to another woman.
Because it is within the days of our lives and the process of our actions where our values are framed created and pursued.

And you see that these insecurities never came from the boys but from your closest friends deception from the girl sharing the broken heart best friends forever necklace that you bought together at the mall on your allowance vowing to be there until you are little old ladies, but that shit never made it past your senior year…

Did you see what she was wearing that slut that prude than scank has aids that bitch
That whore that girl is so crazy did you hear what she did last night???

Who needs men to oppress us when we do it so much better
All slow and smooth and pretty like - like cherry chapstick pretty

And with a wink

Always with a wink

and with a wink you go to that boys house party and without a trace of irony (cuz we haven’t quite made it to the here and now in my timeline yet) you sit around drink and before you start hooking up you hear a bit of

So how the fuck am I supposed to pay this ho
Just a ladies ho
I know the pussy's mine so I'm gonna fuck it a couple times
And then I'm through with it--there's nothing else to do with it
Pass it to the homie--now you hit it
Cause she ain't nothing but a bitch to me
And ya'll know the bitches ain't shit to me
I gives a fuck; why don't you pay attention
Approach her with a different proposition
I'm Corrupt, ho, you'll never be my only one
Trick-ass biyatch

Some kisses are better left in the world of fantasy
Some dreams were lost somewhere in the back of a pick up being finger fucked and filling the night air with the short shallow breathing making the night luminescent for only a moment hands pressed against the swollen window pain scraping off the tracts of the evenings pursuant sauna

And that pedestal you never wanted to be on but you always found some other queen to place upon it
Well it just turned out that
Eve enseler just wanted you to carry her suitcase
and jane fonda asked you about your vagina
and sally field told you she liked you she really liked you
and gloria steinem talked about how great the married life was
and camille paglia called you a cunt, and you liked it
and dael orlandersmith is just a Pulitzer prize finalist wino who likes to talk some major shit, but god damn you love her still
still singing the blues for jimmy that never died from her childhood that still seep with her all these later years in the dry evenings from a wine bar in los feliz where she drunkenly cries out for a new york that died years before the planes ever hit
singing songs of bo jangels
of poets and angels
Wishing that we danced
All night till the sun rose
Sparkling like a glass of champagne
On the Champs-Elysees
And you’re still waiting for someone to try a little tenderness
And you remember the night you held out your hands to be helped from the icy street you’d
Fallen down on, dressed up, dolled up
To have your glove taken in his hand, still waiting for that dare to be great situation
But it’s been years since
And Lloyd Dobler got on that plane with someone other than you

The virgins all lined up at the red gates and one by one they spoke out
And this little princess was raped
And this little princess was hit
And this little princes had her heart broken
And this little princess had her nose broken
And this one got her boobs as the other got a new nose and the other
Got new manolo blanicks or fill in the blank with some other hip expensive shoe
It’s been a real long time since I watched sex and the city
And my references are as dull as their airbrushed kitschy sexual jokes
And I have to stop giving so many blow jobs out on the the way to the parking lot these days cus I just don't need so many friends anymore

And you just give me a wink

I asked for equality and you gave me a wink
I asked for humanity and you gave me a dead moose skin
I asked for liberty and you offered me a used cigar
I asked for my rights and you gave an 800 billion dollar bill
I asked for respect and you gave me a beauty pageant
I asked for intelligence and offered me a lifeline
I asked for a friend and you charged me for my rape kit like I haven’t been paying that bill off for the past 13 years
I asked for a lover and you gave me an unwanted child an unwanted Romeo and Juliet wedding
I asked for a woman and you gave me a man.

I asked you to answer the goddamned question - and you called me a sexist.

So, yeah, I think I know a little something about what girl on girl crime is, my friend. ….