[Stones In the Field: “Kiss me…”] is talking about kisses, and Frank replies with “My mother was waiting in the car to drive me home. She must have talked. I probably responded. But a goodly portion of me was still on Laurie’s back porch. I think maybe part of me still is.” and this just resonated. Because no matter where I go, no matter what I do, I will always be able to recall my two ‘first’ kisses: Trina Mallette, while we were sitting on the foot of her bed drafting fanfic at all of 9/10 years old, and then Jago Streek, sitting on the transfer bus up to the high school while my friends sat in the seats behind us and teased me mercilessly while dropping orange peels down my shirt. A part of me will always be on that school bus, will always be in that rickety old house.
I like kissing. A lot of the time, I like kissing more than sex. It’s like physics - sex is Ek, but kissing is Ep. And I love potential energy, because the anticipation of what could happen is always so fun. It’s like that rock, at the edge of the cliff, just waiting to have that final push to becoming kinetic, but all that potential is just there and it fills you up and up and up and then it might just go over the edge into freefall and yes.
Hmm. So, in my world, physics = sex ≅ love. It’s confirmed, I am a total dork.