“You held a hand out to show me; I pressed my palm against it, the tips of my fingers an inch above yours.
An intimate conversation, comfortable. Familiar, even, as if we were siblings. When I leaned over and put my head on your lap, did you know it wasn’t a premeditated move? My body simply went there of its own volition. I wanted something. Not sexual.
Rest, maybe. I wanted to be at rest with you.
I closed my eyes and felt your hand on my forehead.
We cannot allow this, you said. We will not allow it.
Of course not, I said.
And yet, to sit up, I had to push, hard, against, the downward force of your hand. ”
Fire Sermon, Jamie Quatro.
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Nassia Kapa is the woman who writes this blog. She gets obsessed with songs she imagines herself living in and plays them on repeat mode. She loves coffee with an ice cube, airports, hugs and long kisses, would never say no to gin and tonic, to story telling book covers and shoes. By changing pair of shoes, you walk in different pace, directions and you see new people from another point of view. She lives in south London and loves taking long walks in neighbourhoods she has never been before.
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