#dollspeaking

Its frame hasn't changed, it's still tall and sharp, and its face is made of cameras.

People are scared of it, they know what it is.

The doll passes by an elementary school just as the school day ends.

The children are excited, they swarm around the doll.

The combat doll is terrified. Don't they know how dangerous it is? What it could do?

The children ask it to pick them up. They think it's tall enough they could see their houses by sitting on its shoulders.

They call it the Big Doll. The Big Doll is their friend.

Big Doll waves to the children as it passes during recess.

First base: We fuck raw on your living room floor.

There's an order to the subjects people talk about with strangers. Start with the basic facts, a/s/l, then move on to more important matters. Your wants, your goals, your politics. If you are lucky, if you talk to the same stranger for years, you may begin to scratch the surface of yourselves, and what it might mean to be each other.

Second base: We get fast food and talk about death.

When trans girls meet, it's an open secret that we'll fuck on the first date. Fucking is the first date. In the afterglow we can learn last names, and the color of each other's eyes. Every doll on the street is another ship passing in the night. You know it, she knows it. You get closer, recklessly, too fast, like the collapse of a binary star orbit, and you can always go out for coffee later, if you're both still alive.

Third base: We see each other cry.

We have to go in reverse like this, because we may not see each other for years, and one afternoon will be our only chance at memories. So we learn each other, inside and out. Enough to identify a body. Enough to give a eulogy. Enough to become part of your life.