“I’m a butch trapped in a femme’s body”, says Anindhita, puffing her clove cigarettes, slight smile in her thin lips. Okay, I brace myself, remember Nat, this is a wacky wacky world. I gaze at Anindhita’s golden eyeshadow, pink blush, nude fuchsia lipstick, white frills blouse, low skinny jeans, and cute peep-toe pumps.
“What makes you come into that decision?” I ask her.
“Well,” another enigmatic smile from her. “If I’m with a woman, I feel like I’m the dominating one, protectionist one, benefactor one. Isn’t that the real description of a butch, in a sense of her seeing her role toward her partner, namely the femme, as her counterpart? It’s not always the flannel shirt, the baggy pants, the cropped hair. It’s the psyche that makes the person, and all my entire consciousness tells me I’m a butch, despite my pumps that you keep staring at over five minutes or so,” Anindhita’s face blurred behind her cigarette smoke. I throw my head back. Trying to digest her statement, I have exactly the same feeling when some times ago I mindlessly tried to read The Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking. She looks at my puzzled face and laughs.
“What makes you come into that decision?” I ask her.
“Well,” another enigmatic smile from her. “If I’m with a woman, I feel like I’m the dominating one, protectionist one, benefactor one. Isn’t that the real description of a butch, in a sense of her seeing her role toward her partner, namely the femme, as her counterpart? It’s not always the flannel shirt, the baggy pants, the cropped hair. It’s the psyche that makes the person, and all my entire consciousness tells me I’m a butch, despite my pumps that you keep staring at over five minutes or so,” Anindhita’s face blurred behind her cigarette smoke. I throw my head back. Trying to digest her statement, I have exactly the same feeling when some times ago I mindlessly tried to read The Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking. She looks at my puzzled face and laughs.
Anindhita lives in her own world. She’s the girl who keeps silent and smiles to herself and drowned to her own thoughts in a mass of chatty friends get-together. I feel myself as a complicated person, but she’s even more complicated. I don’t suggest anyone try to understand her thinking, you will get lost. And indeed a very attractive girl, physically. Lean and toned from her being a gym die hard. Dangerous eyes, she can turn you on only by looking, left you throw your gaze from her embarrassedly. And deep sultry voice. After our first meeting I spend another evening with her, we talked for hours until dawn. We shared our hopes and dreams. I caress her head, we hugs, we kiss each other on the cheek. One perfect night. And I don’t want to spoil the memory by having another. Because more than one perfect night you spend with enigmatic, incredibly sexy, implausible Anindhita, will be too much for you. Trust me.
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