I’ve had gay women flirt with me. I didn’t understand then but know now. It’s my energy signature. They recognize something in me that I’m not to sure about because I’m born into a body of a female and into a society that frowns upon gays.
While attending college at SJSU long ago, I was in line checking out for some food. The cashier was a shorter blond girl. She handed me change, but not in the normal fashion. She grabbed my right hand with her left hand and turned my hand upward. Then she raked her fingernails from her right hand across my right palm from the finger area towards the wrist area and slowly released my change. I promptly rubbed my right hand against my clothes as if to free myself of cooties. I regret not being able to hide my frown face. I was grossed out. I had long hair then.
After checking out at a local pet store to buy our parakeets some food sometime earlier this year or so, I encountered another cashier. This one was a taller female. She too was also white. She was wearing a white shirt with a blue-colored tie-dye of concentric circles with wavy borders. I was wearing my shirt with concentric circles, too. For whatever reason, she came up really close to me and communicated further about some paperwork or maybe my receipt. Her left hip made contact with my right hip the whole time. I didn’t care at this point because I accepted that fact that lesbians find me attractive. I had short hair that time.
I see in their faces, the finely etched wrinkles on their thin skins, almost as if they are wizened. The wrinkles appear raised from their flesh. I felt their energy signature, which is electrical. Their handshakes are electrical, too, and the palms of their skins feels almost as dessert dry, rough like the finest sandpaper.
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While on the subject of handshakes, I once shook hands with a couple — the taller white man was the attorney and the shorter woman was his wife. Their hands buzzes very strongly and prickly like electrical sandpaper. Their handshakes were very firm and very strong but not bone breaking. I sent them greetings through my mind. The guy smiled. This was three years ago.
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