Queer Garden ( #DigitalAMAwithRheea)

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Contest Entry for 'The Body Myth' Challenge by Penguinindia.
    
    Excerpt : 
    The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens, where I came every Sunday for a five-kilometer walk. She couldn't see me, but I had stopped mid-stride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons:
    
    (1) her face was twisted in contemplation;
    
    (2) she was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and
    
    (3) she was fucking gorgeous.
    
    I am a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other women, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not, however, take the time to assess her beauty. She was onto something strange. 
    
    Her head darted behind and to the side; I was sure she was checking to see if anyone was looking at her. She was in the center of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was around. I was in the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and started to tremble.All Rights Reserved

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Queer Garden
Tue, Oct 1, 2019

Contest Entry for 'The Body Myth' Challenge by Penguinindia.
    
    Excerpt : 
    The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens, where I came every Sunday for a five-kilometer walk. She couldn't see me, but I had stopped mid-stride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons:
    
    (1) her face was twisted in contemplation;
    
    (2) she was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and
    
    (3) she was fucking gorgeous.
    
    I am a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other women, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not, however, take the time to assess her beauty. She was onto something strange. 
    
    Her head darted behind and to the side; I was sure she was checking to see if anyone was looking at her. She was in the center of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was around. I was in the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and started to tremble.

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