Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
Day 8: Teen Helena Strikes Again
September 5, 2006 11:22 PM

An Ill-conceived Notion

When I was fifteen
I thought burning incense
made me sexy.
I made a habit
of seducing college-aged men
with Nag Champa,
dim lights,
and jazz records.

It took me ten years to realize
that the men had been seduced
the moment they met me--
by my fifteen year-old
tits and ass--
and that the mystic smoke,
the blue shadows,
the soft song
of my unspoiled trust,
those things
never mattered
at all.


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Hi Top
That is why we hung out w/ boys named Reza and Sol. Sigh

Posted by: Bottom on September 6, 2006 12:06 AM

Haha! I was just thinking about that yesterday and wondering if you remembered :) God, were they SO cool, or what?

Posted by: Helena on September 6, 2006 12:20 AM

Those things didn't matter to the guys maybe, but they mattered to you! Imagine how you would have felt if you'd not had those props to prepare beforehand, plans to carry out, strategies for seduction... and yeah, I've been there too. Burning vetiver oil and wearing black silk shirts does not make one look any less like a teenage boy.

Posted by: J on September 6, 2006 02:07 AM

I found you via C. Allen Rearick's bulletin post at MySpace re: help with your website. I love this poem. I lit Nag Champa last night but didn't get laid.

Posted by: Misti on September 6, 2006 01:01 PM

Well, to be fair, those tits were pretty spectacular. I never saw the 15 year old tits and ass, but the 17 year old tits and ass were quite amazing.

Posted by: Lance Stargrove on September 20, 2006 12:14 AM
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