Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong

She Tastes Like Coffee

Mixed-media art by iambliss:

Inspired by "she tastes like coffee", acrylics on canvas. Her smile is filled with ground coffee, and several beans will be affixed, "growing" on the plant.

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She tastes like coffee, as she so often does in the morning. The stimulant was outlawed years ago, but she grows it in her garden, well-hidden by thriving vegetables. She's a chemical rebel, his beautiful wife with her flashing eyes and reckless smile, pulsing with an illegal quickness.

She sees the fear in his eyes as she draws back, lips still curving around the kiss. "Hey. Relax."

"I can't help it. One of these days..."

"I've never in my life been selected for a sampling. I'm a public figure, love. We're allowed our eccentricities."

"I worry. I - don't want to lose you."

Another kiss, her mouth still warm from her illicit drink. "You won't. Slap on the wrist is all I'd get. Help me get my rig on."

He parts her scarlet hair, dabs on glue, affixes the small cameras and microphones - a halo of hardware. She grins up at him, and he smiles despite himself. She does need the energy, after all. Eighteen-hour days on the gravbike, mining the city for newsbites and stories. Eighteen-hour days of watching her on the screens, breathless and bouncy as she chases bad guys and interviews politicians. She's entitled to small vices.

A kiss on the cheek, and she's out the door.

He turns the television on.


And - aagh! My rubber chicken continue to melt! Kat made a tinfoil bed for him so he doesn't stick to the couch. Poor Frank.

Questions answered!

We hear and donate to BARCC (which is AWESOME!!!!) but how do we find out about resources in our cities? (assuming we can't access BARCC at a distance)

Call RAINN - 1.800.656.HOPE. They can connect you to your local rape crisis center. :)

What color would your shirt be, on the Clothesline Project?

I have two in the national exhibit (made them in Atlanta) - one red, one blue. I honestly don't remember what I put on the first one. I was shaking so hard just making it.

The second one says "I lit 236 candles, one for every rape survivor I know. The light filled my whole house."

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