{"id":1340,"date":"2005-04-02T18:52:00","date_gmt":"2005-04-02T18:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/04\/02\/the-backseat-is-a-good-place-to-pretend-to-be-a-stripper\/"},"modified":"2005-04-02T18:52:00","modified_gmt":"2005-04-02T18:52:00","slug":"the-backseat-is-a-good-place-to-pretend-to-be-a-stripper","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/04\/02\/the-backseat-is-a-good-place-to-pretend-to-be-a-stripper\/","title":{"rendered":"the backseat is a good place to pretend to be a stripper"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\"> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/8255836\/\" title=\"photo sharing\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos4.flickr.com\/8255836_91b017f157_m.jpg\" alt=\"\" style=\"border: solid 2px #000000;\" \/><\/a> <br \/> <span style=\"font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;\">  <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/foxtongue\/8255836\/\">beachfire<\/a>  <br \/>  Originally uploaded by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/people\/foxtongue\/\">Foxtongue<\/a>. <\/span><\/div>\n<p>I can taste you in the rain. It&#8217;s a clean sad feeling, looking up into endless gray and seeing no future. I&#8217;d like to think that I&#8217;m calm about this, but I&#8217;m hesitant. I can&#8217;t keep my eyes from lying when I&#8217;m not successfully hiding behind my inhibitions. <\/p>\n<p>We had a fire on the beach last night. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/~inri33\">Andrew<\/a> and Ian and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/~mgoodbar\">Matthew<\/a> and I. We wrote secrets down on slips of paper and bartered them back and forth before burning them. <i>Name a price?<\/i> An everyday night, eyes scanning the horizon for ships when the water slapped too hard against the shore. My shirt kept slipping down, it didn&#8217;t fit me. I&#8217;d bought it new earlier. Andrew and I were in the line-up at the bank and I declared that it was time for a new shirt. We cut through the mall on our way to meet people and I picked one off the wall as we walked by. <i>How about that one?<\/i> Bright pink halter top, not really my kind of thing at all. When I plucked it from the hook, I knew I wasn&#8217;t wrong though. Sale down to five bucks from forty, we were pushing an odd boundary, but the world approved. We were at the counter in under a minute. I paid the girl and walked away without a receipt. I handed my coat to Andrew as we stepped out of the shop, my courier bag a few feet later. We stalked to the other end of the mall while I stripped down to my bra. Not one broken stride, though I waited a crucial moment to get past some children before revealing lace to the public. The shirt was on in barely three paces. I fixed my breasts in a mirror quickly and I swung my coat on at the escalator. By the time we hit the outer doors, we were done. It was a triumph somehow, getting past security. Andrew couldn&#8217;t stop saying, &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/ueba.com.br\/forums\/index.php?showtopic=15385\">That was <i>awe<\/i>some dude!<\/a>&#8220;<br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>beachfire Originally uploaded by Foxtongue. I can taste you in the rain. It&#8217;s a clean sad feeling, looking up into endless gray and seeing no future. I&#8217;d like to think that I&#8217;m calm about this, but I&#8217;m hesitant. I can&#8217;t keep my eyes from lying when I&#8217;m not successfully hiding behind my inhibitions. We had &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2005\/04\/02\/the-backseat-is-a-good-place-to-pretend-to-be-a-stripper\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;the backseat is a good place to pretend to be a stripper&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1340","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1340","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1340"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1340\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1340"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1340"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1340"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}