2008
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nope…. just a flying lesbian
Ever since I can remember I have wanted the ability to fly. Do you remember the movie, The Boy Who Could Fly? It was one of my favorite movies growing up. I spent many a pre-teen fantasy on getting the girl via my underground ability to float through mid air. How cool would it be, I thought, to float up to your crushes bedroom window and take her for a ride air plane style. Surly if I had this power I would be the want of all the ladies at my junior high.
I wasn’t so much into blowing things up or setting them on fire. Although as a child I did have a penchant for cutting things I shouldn’t have. Like my parents new furniture or my hair. Nope, what I wanted was something secret, on the sly, and terribly romantic.
I dreamed of taking my sixth grade crush to Paris via my secret aerial prowess. Certain that once she was in my arms and the wind was hitting our faces she would fall hopelessly in love with me. They say where there’s a will there is a way, but I would soon learn that I would need to resort to other measures.
Even now at the age of 30 the power to fly is always my answer when the question is posed. Wouldn’t you want to be invisible, some will say. Nah, I don’t need to know other people’s business. What about mutation, you could turn into anything you want? Nope, I’m cool with the human thing, I have it pretty much down pat. C’mon, you can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to read minds?!?! No thank you, women’s minds are complicated enough without being inside of one.
All I want to do is fly around at night and get away from all those things that keep me grounded. If it impresses a girl along the way so be it. I still look at birds with envy, but I suppose some things just aren’t meant to be.
