Recently, I saw a program on the subject of female sexuality. The speaker claimed that today's beauty and youth crazed society has given its female population only two choices, to be sexual or to remain invisible.
Since sexuality bade farewell while ago (the ingrate), and I don't do invisible very well, I tried my hand at writing, decorating, even taking a small town by storm! Alas, no public recognition, only my friends'. What is an obscure, moneyless single older woman to do? Become eccentric, in her looks, behaviour, and pictures she takes.
If you run into a speedy woman with large cat-eye sunglasses and hot pink sneakers (and devil knows what in-between), smile, it's me, playing being seen! If you see a relatively short pair of legs wrapped in a long bright red skirt, hanging from a bar stool, smile, it's me, playing being seen!
What you think of me, doesn't really matter. As long as you smile, smirk or laugh, I'm visible.
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