I’m not one of those girls that live in the suburbs with their backyard with fences on all sides and the trees hedged and a leaf blower. all neat and tidy like the neighbours on the right and the left.
I am not one of those girls with freshly plucked eyebrows, freshly painted nails, spray tans and colour coded moleskin diaries that fit perfectly in their shoulder bag with compartments.
I am not one of those girls with their clean sheets that they fuck in missionary position in on Friday nights and Tuesday mornings but never ‘that time of the month’.
I am not one of those girls with their complete brazillian just for their bikini line only, because god forbid anyone ever devour them for dinner, and they really felt all the way inside and beyond, or kiss someone that tasted full of their juices flavours.
I am not one of those girls that puts dinner on the table by 6.30 or 7.30 or 9 and does the dishes after before a rerun on the tube. I am not one of those girls that puts dinner anywhere. I am not one of those girls who puts dinner on.
I am not one of those girls that puts joggers on at 5.30am to keep their butt tight and legs tight and heart tight and passion all worn out from the sweat wasted on the road or in the gym.
Iam not one of those girls that packs her lunch to go to the 9-5 job with the outfits bought especially for Monday to Friday because it is dress code.
I am not one of those girls that wants your opinion on everything and who will care about everything you you say is right or wrong with me, like you are the gospel and I am the disciple.
I am not one of those girls that are all neat and tidy and homogenised and pruned and preened and ironed out with trouser pleats and freshly brushed hair.
I am not one of those girls…….
– Lotus Indigo Shakti