The Idea-smithy

I’ve just discovered a kink in my sexual make-up. I have a thing for gender role switching. That’s not men dressing in lingerie (eww, gross!). It’s a woman who’s sexy because she’s wearing a guy’s long tee-shirt that comes down to mid-thigh. It’s the breath-catching oomph of a rolled-up cuff revealing a slender arm. Or [...]

If I had to write a PostSecret card, it would be a photograph of this old house and caligraphed over it in red ink,
I loved you only because I didn’t think I deserved any better.
Sometimes, telling a secret can be cathartic. I hope.

When I leave,
I tip-toe out quietly
So that you won’t miss me
till I’m too far away
for you to remember what you’re looking for
And also so you’ll never realise
that I started walking
long before you stopped talking.
Call me ruthless
Call me sensitive
Call me an escapist…or a realist.
The only thing I leave behind is a question mark.

Yesterday you asked me who it was
…who was the cause for my new look
…whose attention was I trying to catch
…who was giving me dreams that made me smile
What else would you ask me if I spoke your name in reply each time?
Would you change if I said I was falling
and hoping you’d be there to [...]

Good evening sir. Isn’t aunty home? Oh, I see.
Thank you, I’m going to a birthday party, that’s why.
Yes, I chose the dress. Thank you, sir.
No…
Please don’t.
I’m not sure if you should.
I’m not sure what is right.
Yes, I practiced last time’s lesson.
Well, 3 times this week.
You are older than I, and an adult.
And hence you must [...]