IT’S JUST A FLING
‘Chalbens’, 33 Rue de la Chine, 75020 Paris
You fling your hair to the back of your neck with such ease. Your youth tingles on the tip of your fingers, and I find myself in admiration even though I am only in my 30s. I guess I am in admiration with your liberty of girlishness as well. One of you wears a tiny watch with an even tinier cufflink, the other a more masculine approach to the feminine oval; thick, yet thin, it bears a heavier weight around the wrist. This does not stop the flinging hair gesture every few moments. The least comfortable in the band of 4 does the least hair flinging thing. One of you has short blond hair yet the flinging gesture is full and completely sure of itself. The other three of you have long brown hair. All four of you shine. Although I am quiet feminine, for someone gay, I am in admiration, and am kind of fascinated by your fully feminine and self-loving gestures. I leave you to it and go back to my dinner, my good red wine, and my world. Fling on.