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Coloring Our Orgasms
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18 C O l O R I N G O U R O R G a s M s We grabbed a fistful of crayons and drew our orgasms on the white paper covering our table. I outlined floating sections of picket fences, filled them with orange, yellow, and green, pointing the tips. you used blue to dot a tedious line across the table: This could take months, you said, blunting your crayon, but it’s worth it. a blip in your line, then a blue eruption, like a starburst. Our friend’s zigzagging seismographic waves rippled then surged, surprising us with their vigor. Pointing to the multicolored crest, I asked, When does this happen? Sometimes here . . . or there, she tapped with her red wax. Maybe both. One of us gasped. I peeled the paper skin from the crayon and colored a field of new grass. Behind my picket fence, I planted an oak tree and mossed it. In its shade, slow-eyed cows lowered to their bellies, awaiting your blue storm. ...