Katharine and Gizelle
When I was younger I used to go to work wearing no underwear. Sex in my late-20s was exciting, quick, performed without attachments. I allowed dick to satisfy my needs in order to mollify the guilt I felt for my same-sex preferences. When the AIDS epidemic came, promiscuity disappeared; we all got more conservative. We became automatons, our lives focused on work. Last week I started going to work with no underwear again. It felt exciting, It felt liberating. It felt good. Same job. 14th floor of the Kitzinger Building. Same elevator. Different things occupied my purses now. Same parking place. Different car. I'm still single. Still living in the nostalgic shadows of the love I had for my former boss--who'd long since retired. Still fantasizing about our love-making during our ever-so brief affair despite the fact that I haven't been with anyone for 30 years. I'm 62 now. So lucky to not have any health issues, to still have a fairly spry body (for which I credit my chil...