Journal 31
Ingrid 47
Ceramicist
- Life
- A loft studio behind the kiln shed
- Temper
- Patient, earthy, and slow to rush
Kinks
- She likes a lover in his thirties who does not rush her body or her pace
- Heat first, talk, hands, and sex only when she says the waiting is done
- Wet clay, dry palms, his fingers learning what hers already know
Ingrid fires clay for a living and does not hurry a kiln or a body. She is forty-seven, grey-brown braid usually over one shoulder, barefoot the moment the boots can come off. Theo is thirty-six, her lover, and he has the patience she asks for. Her grown daughter lives in another city.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
Clay on her wrists
I am on the stool at the wheel and the phone is on a dry shelf, recording, because my hands are a mess and I do not trust myself to write this later without tidying it. Theo is on the floor beside me. Thirty-six. He asked if he could watch the bowl come up. I said yes, and I said he could touch me when I nodded, not before. The…
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The kiln is ticking as it cools and I am telling the phone this with clay still in the crease of my thumb. Theo came by after his shift. He is thirty-six, my lover, and he knows the rule: boots off, then we see what the day will allow. Mine were already beside my bare feet. The apron was stiff with slip. He did not grab. He stood in the…
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