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**This is a bigger piece I have been working on that I don't want to post here, but I edited some of it today and wanted to share it with you.**
Polyamory in Plastic
Francine
was my favorite. She set herself apart from all other dolls. She wore little makeup,
had real eyelashes, brown hair that fell into a Mary Tyler Moore flip, and soft
rubber legs that encased the very first bendable knees. She was a real modern
woman. She had strong opinions about many subjects that I didn’t understand but
they wrapped her in an invisible shawl that made her the most powerful person
in the room. She lived apart from the pack and stood her ground whenever she
was questioned. She was perfect.
In the plastic community I
controlled, Francine was the figurehead of independence. She was loved,
embraced, emulated and envied – which meant she was held at various arm’s
lengths by all who came to know her. Much to the community’s dismay, she liked
this distance, it afforded her a type of solace that the other women in her
midst did not have. Her confidence was so great, she was received as intellectual,
influential and terrifying. I was her closest friend and only confidant which
meant I knew her hidden truth. She was made from pure self-destruction.
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