𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 & 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅

Chatper 2: The Big City Boy

It's some middle-aged white lady with dark brown hair and eyes to match. She looks pretty rich

"I want a painting of my little pompoms!" she says as her voice gets higher and louder at 'my'.

Fucking pomerians.

She's wearing some tight ass nightgown and I think she's tryna fuck me or somethin' because she keeps eye-humping me.

I asked her how big of a canvas she wants and "Why the bigger the better of course!" she almost shouting. I- not always but whatever.

"Okay, so how big do you want the canvas?" "4 feet x 4 feet or bigger," she said while winking at me. I pull down my jacket through my pocket and start to zip and button up even though it's not that warm in here. Also, I'm pretty sure she wants to know how big I am. Ma'am that's none of your motherfucking business. She pulls out a tiny ass picture from her wallet and la de fucking da, it's the reference photo for the ankle bitters. I take the photo and look at it, it's a bit faded but it'll do.

I am NOT handing her one of my business cards. For many reasons. I'm not a fucking booty-call whore. That's what strippers/prostitutes are for. " So," I trail off " Is there a certain style or paints you want me to use?" " I think I might have an idea," she says while being so uncomfortably close and starts circling one of her fingers by my groin. "Aren't you married?" I question a bit rudely. " Yes, but he won't mind, he's out of town til Sunday." Wow so intimidating. No thanks whore. No thank you, you fucking whore " I rather not. I'm not into married couples." I say in a rushed tone, I'm so fucking uncomfortable right now. She goes on yapping about how fun it will be and, I don't think I've ever left a client's home so fucking fast, I haven't had many horny clients. I'm so thankful for it. I never really had to turn down those clients because of HOW horny they were, thinking they could get a commission for sex.

And yes, some of them were guys and I am bisexual, and I can tell you both genders are HUGE pushovers when really REALLY horny. Yes, I said TWO genders. I'm not in the closet entirely, but I do keep to myself about my sexuality, for personal reasons... I wasn't bullied for it in school, but I always went outta town to hook up with people. I just don't put that I'm on my website or any socials I have. It's because too many people have been targeted for being gay, and I don't wanna one of those people. I have much respect for those who have been targeted for whatever reason. It's the other shit you do with your life that makes you a shitty person.

Now, I do respect that lots of regions have have 7 different genders. It's when fuckers say shit like "Being gay is a sin!" or " There's only two genders!" Oh really? So history is lied to us? Some of the biggest historical figures were gay. How are people this fucking blind? Or just that fucking stupid, just because you choose to not believe in something doesn't mean that it's not fucking real.

I get into my car and drive to the store to get my coffee grounds, I would get Lotus her raw diet cat food but I'll do that just before I get home.

I hop back into my car and drive home.

I put on some lofi hip-hop and have a nice quiet drive home. Why the fuck is the freeway so goddamn empty? This isn't like New York.. The Bronx is only 20 miles from Brooklyn, with no traffic it's only 20 minutes, and with traffic, it's an hour and a half. I get to the pet store for some new cat toys, then head to the grocery store to get my baby some fish, chicken, pork, pumpkin, banana, sweet potatoes, bell pepper, and strawberries. Which is all really good for cats, just make sure you cook the meats you give your cat because the bacteria in raw meats are bad for them but raw meats are best for dogs.

I get home and bring in the food and cat toys. When Lotus hears my keys jingle in the door, she comes running over to greet me and jumps on me for cuddles. She's a really smart cat so she knows when not to jump on me when my hands are full. She really is the best, she's always there for me just like I'm always there for her.

Leaving everything on the counter, and putting everything away, I bend down to pick up my little river flower, rubbing her belly and baby-talking her. " I got you some new puzzle toys today." she happily meows "Yeah?" I coo "Let's pull them out and you can test 'em yeah?" I say in a monotone voice, my normal voice I guess? My voice is pretty normal, it's not deep or have any base in it unless I just woke up or really fucking pissed. Sometimes I go hours without saying a word, not even to my cat, then I may get a call or start cooing at my cat and I will still have a morning voice. I don't understand either. Don't your vocal cords warm up after you get up or is that only when you use your vocal cords? I put Lotus down and pull her new cat toys, she fucking loves her new toys. Oh shit! I forgot to go to the craft store to get that canvas for that cougar bitch. I'm 22 and she was at least late 40s if not older, she did look good for her age. She was wearing so much makeup and I hate it when you wear much makeup and say your not wearing any. So many fucking wrinkles. I get started on that memorial portrait of Anna Magnani.

I pulled up some pictures and old movies of her. She was so beautiful. She lived from 1908-1973, her whole life she was in Rome Italy. She was known for her explosive acting and earthy, realistic portrayals of characters. She stared 'Rome, Open City', 'Roma', and 'L'Amore'.

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After coming up with at least one sketch, four hours later, it's way too detailed to be a final product. With some faded colors for some realism, it's looking really good and I really like it. I just hope Giuseppe will.