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poetry and musings from the girl behind the mask my journal  of Juha Harju. All rights reserved. Used with permission. Graphics by: Deanna
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Monday, October 25, 2004
Experience Her year of birth had called her mystically sexual. I couldn't comprehend her reason. Tequilla running down, one night I asked about her sex life. She told me that she once had sex with him on the floor of the art museum. When I looked at her, a combination of awe-struck and embarassed, she sighed. And by way of explanation she casually remarked, "there was a Dali exhibit." She remembered the time they had broken into a house and had sex out in the backyard next to the swimming pool of a stranger. I looked at her blankly and by way of explanation she said simply, "there was a full moon." I never understood her. "One more story", I said and she obliged. I fucked him in the back of the car on the road by the river....doors open...10:00 at night...Closer to God on the radio. Again I stared. And by way of explanation, she offered,"His dog had just died." There was a meteor shower the night she finally let me completely learn her body and her mind. It was then I understood. When my friends asked me about our encounter, I simply replied, "The sex was great, but the mind-fuck was even better."
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