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I always get my best people spotting moments on the crosstown bus.
This day, in all-Polish Greenpoint, Brooklyn, there was a verrry angry young lad, a Pollock. ABout 5 years or so of age. He was totally adorable, with that weird dead-white skin of the northern and central tribes and bright red, curly lips. Prettier than a girl. He had on, one of those knit caps that the youth are wearing now. that make you look like a snowboardier or a guy at a peotry slam.
Kicking the back of the seat in front of him,he was. "NO NO NO NO I don't WANT to go!....MOMMY I don't LOVE YOU anymore. I WANT YOU TO GO AWAY!"
He was giving his mother the classic "Talk to the Hand" gesture; and I thought "what a little brat". But I kept watching.
His mother leaned her mouth into his ear and as she did so I realized that she looked exactly like a Polish version of popular Lit BDSM forum dominatrix Netzach. She was cooing, in honeyed and utterly confident tones, "noooo, you looove me" The little man was truly frustrated and full of rage. He kept going, boldly "no, mommy, I want you to GO AWAY. i DON"T WANT YOU. I don't LOVE YOU ANYMORE!".
I looked down and saw that their hands were together. I thought that she'd be holding his hand; but her hand was lying relaxed on the bus seat and his tiny fingers were on top of it, clutching it as he protested his independence.
Several minutes passed in silence. Apparently he was stewing in his juices all the while; because all at once, as the Mexican factory workers were getting on just before the bridge, he blurted out "I DON'T WANT YOU, MOMMY!".
She leaned over and whispered in his ear and he was quiet; with his translucent cheeks and girl's mouth. I was standing over them and I saw his fingers knot into hers.
This day, in all-Polish Greenpoint, Brooklyn, there was a verrry angry young lad, a Pollock. ABout 5 years or so of age. He was totally adorable, with that weird dead-white skin of the northern and central tribes and bright red, curly lips. Prettier than a girl. He had on, one of those knit caps that the youth are wearing now. that make you look like a snowboardier or a guy at a peotry slam.
Kicking the back of the seat in front of him,he was. "NO NO NO NO I don't WANT to go!....MOMMY I don't LOVE YOU anymore. I WANT YOU TO GO AWAY!"
He was giving his mother the classic "Talk to the Hand" gesture; and I thought "what a little brat". But I kept watching.
His mother leaned her mouth into his ear and as she did so I realized that she looked exactly like a Polish version of popular Lit BDSM forum dominatrix Netzach. She was cooing, in honeyed and utterly confident tones, "noooo, you looove me" The little man was truly frustrated and full of rage. He kept going, boldly "no, mommy, I want you to GO AWAY. i DON"T WANT YOU. I don't LOVE YOU ANYMORE!".
I looked down and saw that their hands were together. I thought that she'd be holding his hand; but her hand was lying relaxed on the bus seat and his tiny fingers were on top of it, clutching it as he protested his independence.
Several minutes passed in silence. Apparently he was stewing in his juices all the while; because all at once, as the Mexican factory workers were getting on just before the bridge, he blurted out "I DON'T WANT YOU, MOMMY!".
She leaned over and whispered in his ear and he was quiet; with his translucent cheeks and girl's mouth. I was standing over them and I saw his fingers knot into hers.