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Slicker
by David Trinidad
came in a pink,
orange and white
striped metal tube,
with a black curlicue
border and a splayed
gold base. It came
in any number of
mod shades: Nippy
Beige, Chelsea Pink,
Poppycock, Hot Nec-
taringo, Pinkadilly,
Dicey Peach. There
were several tubes in
my mother’s makeup
drawer in the bath-
room five out of six
of us used (my father
had his own bathroom,
as forbidden as the
walk-in closet where
his Playboys were
hidden under a stack
of sweaters on the top
shelf). All the girls
at school had Slicker
in their purses; I
watched them apply
The London Look
at the beginning and
end of each class. I
marveled at what else
spilled out: compact,
mascara brush, eye
shadow, wallet, troll
doll, dyed rabbit’s
foot, chewing gum,
tampon, pink plastic
comb. At home I
stared at myself in
the medicine cabinet
mirror and, as my
brother pounded
on the locked bath-
room door, twisted
a tube and rubbed,
ever so slightly,
Slicker on my lips.
***
I imagine that for many girly-boys this is pretty much how it all started.
An Interview with David Trinidad
Thanks to he who shall not be obeyed (he knows who he is) for turning me on to this extra special piece. Let me exuberantly note that this is positive proof that Kink and Art need NOT be mutually exclusive and can, in fact, snuggle up quite nicely together. But then again, if you knew the guys I knew, this would come as no surprise.
xo, Angela
I would bet more than a few guys have experienced something akin to this. We grow up surrounded and bombarded by the many mysterious ways of womanhood.
Deserving of a linky-do at my blog too 😉
All I can say, it is’t about time! Pork Chop, you are right, we are first mystified, then mesmerized, then adore; and then there comes that time when we just want “to see what it’s all about.”
Oh the varied and interesting stories we could tell.
“Slicker” kisses to everybody! Mmmmmwaaah! ;-*
I would love to wear your panties, sweet Angela.