American Lesbian History
*Los Angeles*
-second year of Fashion School at FIDM, American history class-
Professor: Turn to chapter 5 for the civil war and refer to page 2 of your notes......
*his voice blurs out for what is maybe a milisecond, maybe a couple minutes*
She has long flowy hair like Jasmin from Aladdin and tiny beautiful bone structure like a ballet dancer. Once in pattern drafting class she leaned over to me and whispered, "Your hair is so nice, like a cloud!" into my ear. She looked straight into my eyes like she could see my soul and touched it with her left hand.
I'm shot into reality by my friend:
Him: That's not what you want. She's a total Princess. I know her.
-second year of Fashion School at FIDM, American history class-
Professor: Turn to chapter 5 for the civil war and refer to page 2 of your notes......
*his voice blurs out for what is maybe a milisecond, maybe a couple minutes*
She has long flowy hair like Jasmin from Aladdin and tiny beautiful bone structure like a ballet dancer. Once in pattern drafting class she leaned over to me and whispered, "Your hair is so nice, like a cloud!" into my ear. She looked straight into my eyes like she could see my soul and touched it with her left hand.
I'm shot into reality by my friend:
Him: That's not what you want. She's a total Princess. I know her.
Not a princess, she's a goddess.
