"I’m too damned old for this kind of stimulation. Get me to a nunnery."
Fuck. Pardon my French. But fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK.
Oh, it could have been worse: I could have neglected to make an appointment in advance and wound up in a line snaking outside the door, around the building; I could have flunked the written test more than once. Grâce à Dieu, my partners in this morning’s menage à trois were focused on my satisfaction. Which helped, except the happy ending was solely up to me – and as I told both gals afterward, FUCK! I’m too damned old for this kind of stimulation. Get me to a nunnery. I’m done with all intercourse with the DMV.
Jenine Baines is an author, poet, and former Texan now living in Los Angeles who views the River Walk as Wonderland, a place that is “curiouser and curiouser.” Actually, all places are curious wonderlands – an epiphany “j” attempts to convey in her essays and poetry. She is at work on editing her first book of essays, You Don’t Have to Tell Everybody Everything: Confessions of a Chatty Cathy and Late Bloomer.