cora lynnish
Bio
Socio-political Implications Grrl, Pop Psychologist from Perspective of The Cured, Ex-Feminist by Degree, Musically Eclectic, Post-Bisexual, Old School Thinker, B.I.T.C.H. & Not Sorry, Non-Drunk, Unpopular, Un-Shy. The "how" we live.
Stories (14/0)
To Dream of Pauline in the Flesh
“What if you did not have a boyfriend and we could dance the whole, whole, whole, night long…” -Ani Difranco She danced about as if a jig existed only in her mind. Her hips swayed freely: tipsy as she was, drunk on the giddiness of this, their first hangout. Pauline was unique. She operated as if a tune stuck on replay in her mind possessed her. Even her words sung about in slightly out-of-tune rhythms, the meanings of which also were mysterious and captivating to the only onlooker she was dancing for, Felicia, alone as they were together in her tiny, airless living room.
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Filthy
They All Had Glow Sticks
Her glowing fluorescent head was green. It flashed on when I squeezed her. Nobody understood my urgency in losing her, my glow worm doll in this madhouse. I had her since I was six years old. Her phosphorescent light had been my guide so many times in this life. When I was six, it had been because I was afraid of the dark in my bedroom at night. When I had been ten I needed light alone at night in that same room for very different reasons.
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Psyche
Phone Sex Operations
His Voice- the man on the phone. Kate immediately recognizes that she has known him for years. She knows his real name. She knows his credentials. Quickly, as they venture into the well-known/now dull to her territory of sexual banter, it is with a striking fear of his Voice which befalls upon her consciousness. Kate is an operator. She has entertained men on the phone many times before; sometimes even managing to please herself as well, but this time is different.
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Filthy
The Old Red Barn of Pa's
Entire generations of Webber families must have used the now rickety old red barn that sat on the property line’s very outskirt and had a rather falling down roof, as a sort of soul dumping ground. All of the old toys like the eyeless and once-hawked as porcelain dolls were there with the outgrown children’s clothes, all aside assorted hopes and dreams; conglomerated, safe from the eyes of the outer world perhaps, but not from gnashing teeth of the extra-large rats who enjoyed more than their fill of options for food and nesting fodder.
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Families
Offering
For months, the most beautiful long rippled dark locks of hair Claudia had ever seen were sitting right next to her in Calculus class. Their master gave off a distinct odor. He permeated a bend of fire and earth and man. His jeans were way too tight, cutting into him. I believed him to be some kind of Wiccan Warlock Overlord in Training and none of these details was the off putting part.
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Filthy
Prey: Unlikely Mind-fucked Twins
Pushing away at his hot skin rubbing against her own, she squirms, but weeps silently. Although there is a man's weight present upon her, there is also somehow no one there at all. She feels numb, as if her body was just "there;" a vortex for his picking.
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Filthy
Junk Journals: Crafting My Way to Solace
JUNK JOURNALS: Crafting My Way to Solace Also During COVID-19 "Come-ON, you have two! I'll trade ya all these scratch and sniffs if you'll just part with that Hello Kitty one. You're not even using it. You are my best friend, pretty please?"
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Humans
Some Dom
FOREPLAY: My hot, curvy, younger BFF and I have the same pet peeve about men: “Stop the mind-fucking. If all you want to do is Hit It-SAY SO! I will let you know my answer. No need for pseudo got game. Don’t mess with my mind. Don't tell me how sweet and unique I am. Don’t bother to play me like you ever planned to give a damn, because, honestly- there are much easier ways to get in my pants."
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Filthy
Renounce THEM All
"Never forget who you are," said Mom. "How could I?" I groaned. And yet, during two very unrelated times in my life I had done just that- totally forgotten, no even forsaken, who I truly am and who my family is. And yet, I was never embarrassed, nor ashamed directly of my past or upbringing. It was so much weirder than that. On these separate occasions I had managed to build a lifestyle around a myth, the myth of my "Positionality." Yep, that was THE term as I had learned it in college. What it meant to me then and what it means to me another 20 years later, those are complicated stories, indeed.
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Psyche
RAQUEL, A Story in Two Parts
Raquel: The Girl, the Legend to Me Part One: The Svelte Chic In third grade with Miss Hinklebury, I met Raquel. She was truly beautiful. She wore an awesome top knot side ponytail every day in her extra long, flowing blondish locks which toppled her head to the side sometimes when she was trying to write or do math at her desk. The teacher actually out loud suggested one day that she change her hairdo- that it might help her concentrate. But, I never minded Raquel's simplicity or lack of attention in in class. I would sit nearby and watch her, with her big florescent, bangle earrings, zoning off.
By cora lynnish3 years ago in Viva
