Joanie was shaken out of her reverie by the psychedelic music now coming from the other room. She looked up to see Annie's still smiling face. She realized that she'd been staring down at the floor for quite awhile, as she recalled that first encounter with male sexual aggression. Yet, during all that time Annie had neither spoken nor moved; she’d given Joanie the psychic space she needed.
Soundtrack: Somebody to Love---Jefferson Airplane
"Annie, you're making me feel... uh... so normal... and, uh... so cared about. Listen, can we split this place and, uh, go somewhere and just kind of talk? I... I've got so many conflicting and confused thoughts and, uh, it seems like you've kinda’ worked some of these things out. I'd love to talk to you about the shit that's bugging me, but I don't want to do it here. I mean, Jake might come back at any time or one of those other fuckers like Jukie might decide that we're the kind of meat they'd like to paw tonight," she said, mixing her metaphors. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
Annie laughed, "Do I! That super-rad jerk off, Carl, already tried me tonight, coming on to me with some commie crap about free love. Man, that cat's politics are fucked up! He’s a walking example of the contradictions he’s always going on about as being at the root of capitalism and its inevitable collapse. I’ll bet he’ll collapse before capitalism does. So, sure I'd love to split. But… Where to? You know, it's like one or two AM, New Years Day, so I don't think there's too many places open right now."
"Well..." Joanie hesitated, considering the options and still harboring some remnants of suspicion from her many interactions with the libidinous guys of her past.
What the hell was she thinking? Hadn't Annie already shown that she wasn't like those guys? Still... No, she wasn't like them at all! Joanie decided. "How about my place?"
Annie smiled. Alarmed for a moment, Joanie added quickly, "To talk, right?"
Annie smiled again. "Yeah, Joanie, to talk. Whatever, you want... that's what it'll be."
The two women, still holding hands, looked into each other’s smiling face. Annie gave Joanie's hands one last little squeeze and easily released them. Grabbing their pocket books and jackets, they headed into the other room where the party was still in full swing. Joanie looked around; she was relieved that Jake was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he'd split; she hoped so. She no longer had any desire or intention of hooking up with him tonight, or probably ever again. She turned back to Annie, who was trying to button her jeans jacket up over her large breasts. It was almost comical. Clearly, this was a jacket from way before Annie had blossomed into the blousy Italian mama she was now.
"C'mon, let's split before Jake the Jerk shows up!" Joanie spat out, as she headed for the front door, eyes averted from the revelers in the room. Annie followed closely behind and in an instant they were outside, the music and loud stoned-out voices muted by the walls of the house.
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"Annie, you're making me feel... uh... so normal... and, uh... so cared about. Listen, can we split this place and, uh, go somewhere and just kind of talk? I... I've got so many conflicting and confused thoughts and, uh, it seems like you've kinda’ worked some of these things out. I'd love to talk to you about the shit that's bugging me, but I don't want to do it here. I mean, Jake might come back at any time or one of those other fuckers like Jukie might decide that we're the kind of meat they'd like to paw tonight," she said, mixing her metaphors. "You know what I mean, don't you?"
Annie laughed, "Do I! That super-rad jerk off, Carl, already tried me tonight, coming on to me with some commie crap about free love. Man, that cat's politics are fucked up! He’s a walking example of the contradictions he’s always going on about as being at the root of capitalism and its inevitable collapse. I’ll bet he’ll collapse before capitalism does. So, sure I'd love to split. But… Where to? You know, it's like one or two AM, New Years Day, so I don't think there's too many places open right now."
"Well..." Joanie hesitated, considering the options and still harboring some remnants of suspicion from her many interactions with the libidinous guys of her past.
What the hell was she thinking? Hadn't Annie already shown that she wasn't like those guys? Still... No, she wasn't like them at all! Joanie decided. "How about my place?"
Annie smiled. Alarmed for a moment, Joanie added quickly, "To talk, right?"
Annie smiled again. "Yeah, Joanie, to talk. Whatever, you want... that's what it'll be."
The two women, still holding hands, looked into each other’s smiling face. Annie gave Joanie's hands one last little squeeze and easily released them. Grabbing their pocket books and jackets, they headed into the other room where the party was still in full swing. Joanie looked around; she was relieved that Jake was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he'd split; she hoped so. She no longer had any desire or intention of hooking up with him tonight, or probably ever again. She turned back to Annie, who was trying to button her jeans jacket up over her large breasts. It was almost comical. Clearly, this was a jacket from way before Annie had blossomed into the blousy Italian mama she was now.
"C'mon, let's split before Jake the Jerk shows up!" Joanie spat out, as she headed for the front door, eyes averted from the revelers in the room. Annie followed closely behind and in an instant they were outside, the music and loud stoned-out voices muted by the walls of the house.
Jefferson Airplane
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