Word has it on the ‘street’…Kaitlin Adderley, firmly believed that by taking her clothes off…piece by thong piece…she would show the world…and her boyfriend, just what they are missing!
According to a probable cause statement, Adderley was dressed when police arrived, but she made a statement to officers saying she had taken her clothes off during an argument with her boyfriend.
You knew what this was
I don’t want you anymore
I warned you before, I warned you before
Well I coulda sworn I told you I was mean
First and loathing-ly, I admit to having pulled some ‘stunts’…when semi single.
“Let me out of this car now!”
“I don’t care that we are in the middle of traffic hour, we are both menstruating or that we are driving in the galaxy of bad drivers (Mass-holes!)
Back beyond our first ‘date’. I say, first date, because everyone knows…
a lesbian’s second date requires moving in together.
Way back when my wife and I called arguments..discussions. Just to make life a little less like our parents.
Way back when, I felt she did not need another pair of…Croc’s from the Croc factory…to add to her, ImeldaMarcos , collection.
One thing led to another, potty mouths, potty words, bringing up dysfunctional past behaviors and correlating it with current days…shit! On and on, it went. Until I found myself walking down route 128…north out of Boston!
I learned terribly quickly that as much as I found myself fighting like my passive-aggressive mother…I can always change.
Alright so poor, Kaitlin, got busted! But busted naked! This trans-formative way of ‘fighting’ with significant others…encouraged me to look into,
How do we use our naked-ness…to get our way?
Texting naked! Encouraging someone on the other end to loose track of reality and…put one out! Right there in the damn car!
There were a sundry of other misdemeanors…
-plain old driving naked
-going to church naked
-home burglary…while naked
On and on…again!
In all honesty, this one brought me back. Naked! Naked! What have I done…nude? And, why?
In college, when my parent’s with minus function, had thought it a good idea to move from the city to the country.
Pissed off! Newly egocentric! Longing for tarred roads! I thought it a good idea to…iron…naked!
That is right. In my fragile mind and blooming body, an ‘all body’ tan, was needed. Not only a physique without tan lines but clothes…freshly ironed, pressed and clean scented.
One thing led to another down a dirt and sodden road…Canterbury; I soon learned that ‘vehicles’ travel with a certain carcinogenic noise. And, everyone else (employees of my mother who live nearby) travel by horse. Horses are nice and quiet and generally do not alert naked college students doing their ironing on the back deck…of their approach.
I am Brangien [Brangaine] of Weisefort, Ireland, lady-in-waiting to my cousin Isolde, who became promised to King Marc of Cornwall. His nephew Tristan escorted us to England by ship. But Tristan and Isolde fell in love at sea. As ye may know, or will find out, they cite the philter they drank as the cause, over which I was supposed to keep vigil. I would like to share my perspective of how I have created good in the world through my herbs and observations. There is much to tell, including how I have adopted this odd language. In good time. My life is in God’s hands. –Inspired by the modern French translations of the Tristan and Isolde texts