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A Date With Myself – Tina Kennard L Word
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At the backlot canteen I order my lunch. “I’ll take the lamb and rice with vegetables. Thank you.” I swipe my studio credit card and take my number over to the tables in the shade. There are two types of people in Los Angeles. The Sun People who sit and stand in it no matter how direct or devoid of any ozone to keep it from baking flesh into cancer, and those of us who like the shade, but still sit with our sunglasses on. Because sunglasses are LA and that’s just a given.
After lunch I head back to my office to write up my Les Girls development ideas for Aaron. God, I wonder if the Yoga studio has a break between 1 and 1:30? Would they let me take a quick power nap on one of their mats? I’m so drowsy from lack of sleep, and a belly full of rice and lamb I could easily doze off right now.
I do miss sleeping well. Angie’s gone at Bette’s again tonight, and I wish sometimes she would ask me to be with them. Maybe I should ask her? I don’t know anymore. Are we waiting for something to happen that makes the air around us clean and clear again? Or are we just waiting for all the mines to go off and come to an agreement to not plant anymore? I don’t know. We’ve become like every other couple on the edge of destruction – wary, more self aware, but each more doubtful, and easily spooked. I could see it in her eyes – as Henry disappeared in her rear view mirror – the jealous burning anger she once had is now behind her, and fading fast.
Why that bothers me is no doubt pathetic.
A hundred years ago I could’ve imagined her seizing any number of violent solutions to getting rid of Henry, or Helena for that matter. In my imaginary high camp film version, I see Bette as the cross dressing intellectual, but spiteful, George Sand, appearing in a long dark duster coat on the main street of Tombstone. Darkly motivated, she waits under the bell tower, her pistols shiny and loaded for Henry. I smile at the thought. Then, Aaron interrupts my reverie.
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I’m out of breath while reading Tina’s pov of what happen back when she’s nursing her….
You made it happen BB!…
THANK YOU!
Love it,thank you.
I loved Tina’s narration. But the perfect touch was Bette’s phone call at the very end. I can just imagine her rant of epithets spewing forth like lava from a volcano. Or green pea soup from the mouth of Linda Blair in “The Exorcist”. In the flashbacks, you captured the carnality, the love, the very essence of their sexual relationship. They devoured each other. They are both generous lovers and enjoy being totally consumed by and w/each other.
Thanks for giving us an insight in Tina’s work. I have always wondered what she thought of Jenny’s novel and how embarrassed she must have been having her most intimate details of her life made into a movie. You have an incredible talent for penning delightful and romantic meetings of the heart and soul and this chapter didn’t disappoint. It is great to see Tina recalling Bette’s tongue tales from the recipient point of view. Hmm…Henry’s not satisfying her anymore?
I really enjoyed this chapter, Blackbird! Personal, intimate, revealing – just powerful POV from Tina. Thank you again!!
Same for me, loved the pov from Tina.
Thankyou, Bette is pissed….. thx for your post.
BB…Thx my favorite writer… Last post clearly forgotten. What a storyteller you and Tina. So erotic. Kept me mesmerized and deeply engrossed……another page turner….great work, BB….anticipating your next post….
Well, well, well…. That wasn’t what I expected but you were divine once again in writing the words in such a way that it revealed Tina’s inner thoughts on so many things, her work, her Bette and her intimacy with the woman she loves and why. Excellent journey to discovery with Tina and that famous tongue. Everything seems to fall into place perfectly and the words create just enough so our minds have to fill in a few details, but once again, your writing is extraordinary! Thanks so enjoyed the read!
Blackbird…. you’re really torturing me on 3 reasons in this story…one, the most intense “out of my heavy breath” reading on Tina on her memories and the art Bette done on her breastfeeding with Bette, in her sexual mood. 2) i just laughed so hard on Tina on her vibrator and how she doesn’t know how to use it from the beginning. 3) the loveable sexual pic of tina and tina/bette. you nailed this one.
I enjoy the attention to detail when it comes to the thought process of the character narrative. Lends a little more insight.
I had to stop several times just to get to the ending, for crying outline that was too much in one chapter, I cant stand it much longer these two so fucking seductive in their narrations and very detailed that its unbearable to only be allowed to imagine it and not feel it lol…I need tibette in full force again soon its breaking my heart
While thinking about a new story for my Season 7 timeline, Touch Tones, I did a nice rewrite and polish on this erotic story from Tina’s POV. As you reread this, I hope you’ll comment to refresh it in other reader’s minds. It’s the first story of this type I’d ever attempted to write and I’m pleased with the way it came out, especially with my rewrite. The story that follows “Date with Myself” is titled “The Thirteenth Floor”. In it Bette lets her inner weird and we discover her inner motivations and the pain that led, in part, to her life changing decision to sleep with Candace.
Date With Myself is full of Tina’s ghosts and erotic moments.
Please enjoy,
Blackbird
Where is this story? haven’t seen anything new on site in days !
Never mind.
What a Rewrite BB, so enjoyed it and look forward to reminding myself of the other stories in this series.
Look forward to more of Season 7 stories also.