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Serious Gypsies

We are gypsies. Or it feels that way inside tents, in a city that feels a little post-apocalyptic. My friends from years ago are there, one wants to sleep next to me in my tent. We sleep deeply. I am warm and cozy next to her. Morning comes and my other friend opens the tent door. She is ten years older than she was the last time I saw her. I am still a little in love with her and care too much about what she thinks of me, of my tent and the way I keep it, about the things I say, which to me are funny, but to her seem juvenile. She is serious, I'm shocked by how serious she is.  

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tags: camping, tents, friends, gypsies, aging, old friends
Sunday 05.10.15
Posted by felicity fenton
 

Giant Waves

I'm at a camp/work thing in a tropical place. It feels like the Angelika film center where I used to work. My friend Craig is there, handing tickets out. He tells me about a movie with Rob Lowe and some woman who he thinks I look like. I head to my room and look for the movie. Beckett runs in and out and so do old time gangsters. I watch the movie scanning the actors for someone who resembles me. I don't have any pants on. I see a woman on the screen who sort of looks like me. I'm relieved she isn't old and ugly. My husband appears as an old time gangster. and I see that he's got an erection in his black pants. I let him fuck me from behind and feel aroused by myself and his suit. Beckett runs in and we stop. Later I'm in another part of the camp. The rooms overlook the ocean. I pick up a fishing pole that appears to have a fish at the end of it. I pull and see a colorful tropical fish flailing in the water. The water rises and I see that it's a giant wave about to break and fill the building. I see sea turtles and Pelicans on the surface of the water. I warn everyone to step back. The room fills with angry, salty water, but no one seems phased. I sense the waves will get bigger so I run upstairs and grab my coat and my bag. I want to be prepared in case a tsunami hits. From the stairs I see the ocean up against windows as though the building is a submarine. I open the door and climb higher, knowing I'm only going to be safe for a little longer. 

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tags: Rob Lowe, The Angelika Film Center, Tropical Fish, Tsunami, a giant wave, Fucked from behind, Old time gangster, summer camp, camping
Monday 04.13.15
Posted by felicity fenton
 

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