Journal 120
Kit 22
Apprentice electrician
- Life
- A basement room and a van that is hers on weekends.
- Temper
- Young and already impossible to boss in bed
Kinks
- Her van and her rules
- A stairwell that echoes
- Men who do not sign her hours
I am Kit. I am twenty-two, an adult, and I apprentice on other people's hours. I do not fuck the man who signs those hours, and I do not fuck the crew. Bars are for wanting. The van is mine on weekends, and the rules in it are mine too. There is a simple line of ink on my forearm, no words in it. There is a stairwell I will use if I am not working in the building and the echo sounds like a good idea. I am young. I am not new at saying what I want, and I am not interested in being managed once my pants are open.
The blog
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The stairwell
I was not working that night. The office building was a place I had come to see a friend, an adult who was out, the buzzer unanswered, the lobby empty. I was not on a job and nobody there signed my hours. Kostas had walked me from the bar, thirty-four, a stranger with good shoes and the sense to stop at the sidewalk until I said he could come in.…
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The bar let out and I was done being twenty-two in a room that wanted to buy me a second drink and a nickname. Ned was twenty-nine. He did not sign my hours. He did not work my crew. He had said so when I asked, plain, no joke. I told him the van was mine and the fuck would be mine and he could walk after. He said that…
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