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The New Mothers of Invention – #12 Touch Tones – S07

Story written on August 23, 2015 by Blackbird.

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Genre(s): Drama
Rating: R
fanfiction(s): The L Word
Character(s): Alice , Bette Porter , Shane , Tina Kennard
Number of Comments: 13
Words: 3111
Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=92119

Author Notes:

I feel it as deeply as my own skeleton of interlocking bones. Something terrible has been swept away from us, and Hell has been avoided. As much as I detest Dawn Denbo, and to a lesser degree, My Girlfriend Cindy, I will always have reverence for the magic that happened in the SheBar, even though

I feel it as deeply as my own skeleton of interlocking bones. Something terrible has been swept away from us, and Hell has been avoided.

As much as I detest Dawn Denbo, and to a lesser degree, My Girlfriend Cindy, I will always have reverence for the magic that happened in the SheBar, even though it was mostly my tongue that led me all the way Home.

It’s a well known fact, I had realized after Alice made me sit down, and read all the comments about me on her blog, that Tina and I are an Internet ”kissing sensation”.

WITH FOLLOWERS.

”Is this one from the SheBar’s security cameras? This is unbelievable to me! Who the fuck posts all these things?” I had nearly spilled my beer all over the computer when the long tortured video of me, bereft of even a single word, had shown me desperately rolling my lips with Tina’s until finally my mind had broken.

It was then she had whispered, ”Don’t, Babe. Please don’t cry anymore.” But still I hadn’t stopped, or maybe it was that I didn’t really believe her until she’d answered all my hows and whys with the only words I’d needed to hear, ”Because I love you.”

Only then, did my breath return to my lungs, and my heart to its rightful place inside my chest, and finally her hand over its too fast beating, she had whispered in my ear, ”Take me home, Bette. I’m ready to go.”

I feel it. The way the pieces that shattered have come back smooth and knowing their place, and how there’s a profound kind of peace in that.

In New Mexico, I’d seen it again most recently, when something old, and very fierce, had burned through my Mother, and her friend, Mary Windhorse’s eyes. When rape and attempted murder didn’t defeat them, they became Mothers of Re-Invention. It’s what we do.

Women transform.

”How did this one get out on the Internet? Jenny has cameras in my house! I’ve sworn to Tina they’re in here.”

Alice had convinced me Jenny was not to blame for this one, but Dana’s bizarre selection of wife material, the marketing girl with the thick thighs, Tonya-what’s-her-name, had probably snapped this one night when she was over.

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