Trying something a little different to tell the story of my journey in
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Trying something a little different to tell the story of my journey in Washington If music does something to and for you make sure to turn on some Bob Segar as you read and imagine what it was like to be me experiencing what it feels like when fiction somehow mee-ts reality Yes this is 100 god honest truth And no I couldn t make it up if I wanted to - - - - - - - - - We were sitting next to each other at a dive bar in Snohomish our knees intertwined as we got to know one another the feeling of ease in the air between us so effortless it almost felt awkward We both knew where the night was headed but we weren t ready to give in to the way the night was about to move It was like resisting the temptation to dive headfirst in to the place where we both wanted to be was our own individual act of resistance There was still control He asked me if we should go somewhere to grab some food as Night Moves by Bob Segar started playing on the jukebox It was a song I d put on a playlist of tunes that Devyn would hear if she walked into a bar to find herself a country boy confident aware sexual energy brimming out of her But it wasn t Devyn It was me hi drinking a beer with a married man ENM in another state while my boyfriend was at home Workin on mysteries without any clues Workin on our night moves I smiled to myself suddenly realizing how relatable the lyrics felt He paid for our beers and we stood outside in the late fall chill a Northern Michigander in a long-sleeved t-shirt while I shivered in my alpha s far-too-big-for-me winter coat trying to decide if we were going to drive my car to dinner or we were going to walk If we walk I can drive you back to your car in the morning he said I mean if you came back to the hotel and if you stayed You totally don t have to Right I responded I think I ll head home now thanks for the beer pretending to walk away We continued doing this bit teasing the inevitable and preventing it from taking shape We weren t in love oh no far from it We weren t searchin for some pie in the sky summit We were just you-ng and restless and bored We drove to a small cozy bar on the single downtown street and ordered Chicken Pot Pie and Old Fashioneds sitting closely again with our knees touching He clapped his huge hand down on my thigh empathically during a moment of dizzying connection and left it resting there as we talked My memory flashed to the initial bar scene in my erotica Devyn sitting in between two men in a dive bar Lynyrd Skynyrd playing Chris tracing his huge hand over my hip and cupping my ass and the way it made Devyn feel The way it made me feel Ain t it funny how the night moves When you just don t seem to have as much to lose There was an electricity between us made even buzzier by the electricity of writing my own fantasy into existence Starting to write letting my mind wander letting go of control and pain and trauma and fear somehow made possible through fiction We are talking about fiction here right Another round of Old Fashioneds He kissed me softly but with intention cupping my chin with one hand Want to go back to the hotel he asked me I did Everything inside of me wanted to It surprised me Something was different He went to the bathroom and the female bartender walked over to me You guys all set over here she said smiling her eyes saying fuck ya girl you look like you re having fun I woke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered Electric thunder He came back from the bathroom and paid the bill while I went to the bathroom When I pulled down my panties a long thick string of cervical mucus stretched out of my pussy I had written this part too believe it or fucking not I snapped a photo standing over the dirty toilet paper ridden tile of a bar bathroom Something magical coursing through my body