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It Only Hurts When I Try

It Only Hurts When I Try By Lee “Bridgett” Harrington Originally appeared in TransOhio March 2007 So today I didn’t try. Today I just put on a bra and tank top and tried not to care at all. I discouraged myself from looking in the mirror and made lots of jokes at the bazaar along the lines of “Why do they assume that if I own breast I want silver jewelry?” I bought myself a pair of brass knuckles and avoided going near toilets anywhere in public. Today I went body numb, but at least I didn’t go violent again.…

I need water

I need warm water. Warm ocean or hot tub. Need. Bare chest, face slipping under water. A poem I wrote on my way towards Peru: Mud faeries and Mermen I’ve missed being a mud faerie eyes above the water spaces of safety and the green muck of my being. He would come into the cave as I bubbled beneath the surface of my fears. Mud monster stomping and growling while leaving me white petals. I close my eyes above the water and sink down muck in my hair into the waters below, breathe deep open my gills look up to…

Trashed

First published in Slit Magazine, the “T Issue” http://www.slitmag.org/t.html http://www.slitmag.org/ Trashed By Lee “Bridgett” Harrington Two miles from the airport she put her hand on my thigh, not ready for me to fly away. Breath heavy with JD she kissed me hard harder until I breathed in her essence, breathed her in and was swept away. Kiss me, she said, and as she slurred her Ss I knew she was trashed. Two miles from the airport she pulls over to the side of the road, damn good thing as I notice her swerving goading me to kiss her again. Breath…

City soul

What better place to sit and choose when transitions open up My pathways concrete and unknown highways crossroads of the soul Draw circle A shoelace in one hand and book at the center Chalk outlines of bodies and spirits lay before my hands City soul a portal between worlds at the Beaverton TC

Early Poetry

I just recycled about 25+ pounds worth of stuff I wrote, made or whatever between age 2 and 13. I’ve kept a stack, maybe about 1/2 of a storage box worth. The boxes I went through also had my baby book, wacky stuff. Anyway, found a few poems I wanted to share. ((written grade 3)) On Halloween Night A witch swept a cloud Into Mr. Moon’s eye Blink went the moon Black went the sky Then down on a post A pumpkin head bright Shining brightly on Halloween night. ((written grade 3 or 4 based on handwriting style)) Loud, hissing…

Earning his Black Hankie

Earning his Black Hankie By and from the life of Lee Harrington For those unaware of the hankie code… Black means Heavy S/M. My boy Hunter had approached me a week and a half before and asked if I would help him re-earn his leathers and hankies. He and I both have been in public BDSM for years, and both had begun from what might be considered and Old Guard sensibility, never do anything to others you have not experienced yourself, never flag with something if you do not feel you can back your bullshit up. But he wanted something…

Wet Dreams and Wetter Desires: Ramblings on Piss and Female Ejaculation

First Published in Wet Set Magazine, Issue #48 Wet Dreams and Wetter Desires: Ramblings on Piss and Female Ejaculation By Lee “Bridgett” Harrington Wetness. Warmth. Naughtiness. Silliness. Desire. Piss play is a curious thing for me, a line between taboo and natural instinct, between degradation and dominance, between inappropriate desires and what just IS. My own exploration into water sports began when I was a little girl, peeing in the shower. It was simpler than getting out of the warm water and shivering and wet getting onto the toilet- but it was more than that. It was about peeing where…

I stand in awe

as gates before me open up and she proud and ferocious rises up inside and wrenches out my potential I am bound in her fur wrapped in her being tied to her will as gates open up wide before me with a thousand possibilities lying to the east her scull laughs back her claws rip me open as the point is pounded home leave open spaces heal the world one life at a time raise this for me love this for me be this for me for no one else can hold it a pelt a vision a gust of…

{Impressions} Mark of DV8House: Tiger in black leather

Before the event there had been a casual online flirt, but I had no idea. Most skills a Dominant might learn can be taught. How one throws a single tail with accuracy to flick the skin or slice it wide. How to use electrical equipment with dexterity and creative application. How ropes can be most effectively used to create your vision. But it is very challenging to teach the ability to channel and aim Dominant energy, how to create energetic space, how to make a magnet or build a wall that none may enter. Mark of DV8 House has that…

{Impressions} Zamil: Zen and the art of rope bondage

This is the first of what I am calling my “impressions” series- me writing first impressions on people I have met that in the first few days of knowing them I go “wow, they will be in my life in some form, or will change it”- I am sad looking back with my memory that is like a steel seive that I did not write these things down with many people… so here is my first… Zamil A rope artist from Berlin, Zamil stands out in a crowd the same way a rainbow stands out in the distance as the…