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Ligeia’s Poet: LA Confidential
“it’s all bullshit.” Helena grumbled. “Money, the economy, its bullshit. The economy is built almost entirely on invention, do you know that…” Helena was interrupted gently by Bette’s lips against the corner of her mouth.
“I’ve heard you rant about this whilst stoned on Alice’s ‘Vancouver Sunshine’ variety dear.” Bette smiled to take the sting out of her words.
“You’re tired.” Helena frowned. “Long week? Can’t they let you go without murdering you first?”
Bette shrugged. Her fingers dragged through the water. “Baby?”
Helena felt instantly guilty. Bette wanted to keep her job, she realized. But she was only half right.
“I want to keep teaching.”
Green eyes gazed adoringly at her, but Bette wouldn’t look up to meet them until Helena forced her to. “Of course. I think that’s a wonderful idea. Will Phyllis allow it?”
Bette nodded.
“Good. Then its done. You’ll teach. Will you be full time? Part time?”
“Part time…so…so that I can write again. I want to write critically for the arts again.” Bette rushed ahead. In fact she ran back into the kitchen, grabbed some things she had been jotting down, and brought them back to Helena. “See, I’m a snob, right, I need to get back in touch with community based arts…”
“you’re not a snob.” Helena interrupted.
“Anyway,” Bette said with a sheepish but pleased grin. “yes, I am, and we both are. We only eat olives that are flown in from Palestine or Italy or Spain,”
Helena stuck out her tongue. “That means that we love olives, not that we’re snobs.”
“Either way.” Bette snickered. “Our trip to Arizona showed me that…I need to find a way to actually share my training and skills with the people who, for whatever reason, are shut out of mainstream definitions and practices, of so-called ‘high art’.”
“Such an effective revolutionary.” Helena liked the part where they negotiated in an ongoing way about their decisions. She happily splashed her palms in the tub, resisting the urge to invite Bette in. She had to go out, Bette had work to finish, and blahbiddyblahbiddyblah. Life and its annoying interruptions of sex, eating expensive olives, and all other more important things.
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I had all sorts of emotions going on with this chapter-sad, happy, sexy, yay that they’re keeping the house…more soon??? oh when u can then.
I admit to a twinge of disappointment at being deprived of Crazy Jenny in drag, but Helena and Bette’s outfits more than compensated, as did their intriguing reflections on “Bound” and OMFG alleyway sex (among other things). The reference to the wedding-dress scene makes me wistful. A Season 3 Belena moment (like ski-lift togetherness) that led precisely nowhere. Le sigh.
Loved this, loved this, loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooved this!!!! It was so..real! Real emotions, fears, real love, funny, sad, real. I would love to see Bette high…maybe sometime you can write of Bette and Helena getting high together and dreaming those dreams. Did I tell you I LOVED this chap????? THANX hb!
Can one have real fun while pretend moshing to faux punk? Especially when you could have real punk? Thanks for throwing in Bound, maybe not a great movie, but a pretty good one in many ways and darkly funny. Certainly light years better than that recent and rather sorry thing with the teacher and the schoolgirl, Anabelle. How liberating to have the same old punishment meated out at the end. Anyway, as usual you take us many places and show us many things not normally associated with sexy humor.
I have reread this now that I’m awake. Very smooth reading HB, really loved it. I missed the alley thing. Oh those girls are so naughty. *blush* Please post soon on this story. Great bringing up that wedding dress thing. They looked so hot together that scene even if Bette had a snarl. Did you ever notice the name of the store, Angelique. Totally cool
she may have had a snarl but she wasn’t snarling when her eyes were glued to helena’s for two seconds too long…they did it on purpose, now we’ve set up our ship, and they don’t have to give us what we want. c’est television’s trickery since the onset of the internet. pfftfaux punk has its good moments i think…lol
Surprisingly (or not), I quite liked these two in drag. I like the idea of a bracelet instead of a ring even more. More soonish, even though there’s getting to be a queue of things. Matters not, I want them all. ;) cheers, hb
Captain here….Great update. I think you abandoned that standing sex think too soon, you know Bette up against wall legs around Helena..OK enough…I wonder about toys with them..I think that might be too much for Squirl to bear…Whew!!!
Some may call me weird but you made me laugh out loud with the “blahbiddyblahbiddyblah” heheh… it’s great that Peggy is trying to help… I can’t wait for helena’s reaction to the bracelet… I loved it!!!! this story is awesome and really well written!!! PPS
The encounter on the table started my wheels turning but the alley and the brickwall absolutely put me over the top. I love the way you allow the characters to follow their impulses with abandonment. I am patiently waiting for Bette to give her the bracelet…great story!
oh, i liked this alot!! great job…
Hello HB, well you know that this is one of my favs, just love this story. You really layer all of your stories with an intricacy and intelligence that is unparalleled. You subtly show how human fears and emotions never stay on the surface, they are expressed in what and how we interact. The intimacy that you portray shows desire, lust and love coursing through it. I love the idea of a bracelet being exchanged, it signifies a defiance towards a custom that doesn’t willingly accept you, but also allows one to complete the intimate connection that we all desire within our lives, it bonds two souls together. Sincerely, JC
that was one crazy chapter, and i luved every word!!!great, great job as usual!!