It was three in the afternoon when I saw her. I was walking down the street on my way home, and there she was. She was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever seen. I was convinced she didn't belong here
, not on this street, not this town, not here... and definitely not about to pass me.
She had her hair pulled back, her face long and symetrical, enticing lips
, and a look about her that made her look like some kind of goddess
And then she saw me.
At once her shining radiant eyes turned cold
... I did not want her to see me as I looked. I did not want her to see me
in my patched up clothes, my ripped tights, my hair in a messy mohawk draped over the side of my shaved head
. It was the first time I'd felt unworthy to be in someones presence.
I'm not a lesbian
, I'm not bi-sexual
, but this woman was sex
. She was beautiful in the most unconventional way I'd ever seen. I wanted to run to her, embrace her and tell her that she was stunning, that no one had ever appreciated her as much as I did right at that moment... but I didn't. I slumped over, put my head down and hoped to God she wasn't looking at me.