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This is an excerpt from my novel Blood, Skin, and Ink<\/a>.<\/p>\n

This excerpt is a flashback to her early days in San Francisco. In her early years as a teenage runaway, she would shack up with various people in order to get places to stay, usually with unscrupulous men who were too chaotic to stay with for very long. <\/p>\n

That changed when Miranda runs into scenester Static, a friend whom was not simply another shack up, but a woman who would end up taking her in new directions in her gutter punk life.<\/p>\n

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     Miranda was headed for the city square where many gutter punks congregated. She had loaded up her pack and had left the keys behind in the apartment.
\n     Deemo had taken off a week before, right before an eviction notice had been pinned to his door. As much as Miranda had enjoyed an entire week of living by herself, she was not interested in risking a longer stay and having to tangle with any sheriffs or uptight landlords banging on the door.
\n     She was starting to get used to jumping ship. Before Deemo she had stayed with Sil, the BSA biker, at his place for a good solid three weeks until he abruptly kicked her out because his girlfriend, the partner that he had previously failed to mention he had, was coming back from her trip to the East Coast. Before that she had shacked up with Gus the doorman for the Ginny Joint Club in his small studio apartment. By the time she was with Gus she had developed the habit of taking her pack with her every time she left, which was fortunate since she showed up one day and found Gus gone, with his studio bolted shut with a padlock and a past-due rent notice tacked to the door.
\n     They were just the latest in the revolving round of men she coupled with in order to have shelter. It was something that had become routine for her by now. Unfortunately she was running out of people she knew who had viable places to live.
\n     Miranda ran into a few disheveled gutter punks who basically lived in the park, people who were either not up for squat living or were essentially banned from squats for extremely sketchy behavior. She took to wandering the upper part of Haight Street where oftentimes punks would either hang out, get cheap slices of pizza, and hit up tourists for spare change. She was hoping to run into someone who could help her out with shelter.
\n     More than anything she was hoping to find a new squat.
\n     She was unable to find anyone she knew on upper Haight. She started to think about where she might be able to sleep for the night, wondering if she should take a chance on a homeless encampment. She knew a few of the gutter punks well enough that she was confident they would give her a spot in their camps to crash, but she worried they might try to go through her pack while she was asleep, or possibly run off with it altogether.
\n     She was hoping, most of all, that she would find Sussy again. She had lost track of her when the police had swept through the park, chasing out all of the homeless and busting up their camps. She had not seen her since.
\n      Walking towards the park to see who she could find, she saw a familiar shock of bleached blonde hair.
\n     Static walked right up to her. <\/p>\n

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     Static had Miranda follow her up a long ladder, up into a crawlspace located on the far end of a long and empty warehouse. Miranda tried to hide her nerves as she made the climb up the long and thin ladder.
\n     Static was a club regular, a short and thin woman who stood out because much of her wardrobe was not black, preferring to wear brighter colors such as white shirts and blue jeans, which was unusual for the scene. Even though she was a very short and thin woman, she carried herself like a much larger person. Her bright bleached blonde hair was always splayed out in all directions, making her look extra wild.
\n     Miranda had talked to her more than a few times at clubs and parties and bars, but she did not know she lived in her own squat until Static offered to bring her back to her place.
\n     Miranda was surprised when she saw her place. Her loft-like room had a long and wide futon that sat on a futon frame. She had a record player, a television hooked up to a DVD player, and a few bookcases crammed with books and magazines. There were shelves built into the walls with all kinds of trinkets, jewelry, and decorations. Stacked milk crates had neatly folded clothes. The old wooden long boards making up the floor of the place were clean and smooth.
\n     Miranda had to slouch to keep herself from hitting her head on the low ceiling as she marveled at Static\u02bcs place. She had never seen a scenester\u02bcs apartment look so clean, well-cared for, and organized, much less a room at a squat.
\n     \u201cSorry the ceiling\u02bcs so low,\u201d said Static as she put her pack down.
\n     \u201cIt\u02bcs okay. I\u02bcm used to slouching.\u201d
\n     \u201cAll I\u02bcve got is the futon. I hope you don\u02bct mind sleeping next to me,\u201d said Static as she softly ran her hand along Miranda\u02bcs arm.
\n     Miranda knew what that meant.
\n     She had never been with a woman before, but the idea of having her first girl-on-girl experience in order to \u201cpay the rent\u201d was not one that concerned her very much.
\n     Lying down on the bed, Static turned towards her as Miranda lay flat and face up on her futon. Static scrunched herself up against Miranda.
\n     Static started to move her hands over her, running her hand gently along her arm and then over her stomach.
\n     \u201cYou want me to stop?\u201d asked Static as she started to move her hand under her shirt.
\n     \u201cNo,\u201d said Miranda in a flat voice as she kept still.
\n     Static moved a hand on top of her breast and kissed her neck. After a few more minutes Static sat up and slowly took her shirt off. She gently caressed and kissed her breasts, running her hands very lightly over her nipples, which inspired a quick shiver.
\n     \u201cYou have beautiful breasts,\u201d smiled Static as she continued to run her hands over her.
\n     Miranda\u02bcs wide eyes concentrated on the ceiling. No one had ever complimented her breasts before. She thought they were too small and flat, but she never considered the idea that anyone found them to be nice, not even with the ones who had spent a lot of time playing with them.
\n     Static spent some time kissing them and gently sucking on her nipples.
\n     Static lifted her head. \u201cSorry. I like titties too much sometimes.\u201d
\n     Before Miranda could speak she started kissing her stomach, going lower and lower. Static spread Miranda\u02bcs legs apart.
\n     Miranda looked back up at the ceiling as Static went down on her. She continued to space out as Static kissed and slowly licked with a soft tongue.
\n     Miranda felt a warm shiver go through her. Then she felt a curious wriggling sensation just below her stomach.
\n     Another wave went through her, a warm, tingling wave.
\n     Miranda let out a moan.
\n     More waves came up through her, starting from down below and spreading throughout her body, her torso, and her limbs.
\n     She slowly rocked her hips and let out another moan.
\n     Suddenly, she seized up, becoming rigid as her eyes popped open and her mouth let out a surprised gasp. She realized what was going on, what was about to happen to her.
\n     Plenty of her male friends had gone down on her before, but she had never felt such sensations from the act.
\n     The waves kept coming, warm and tingling waves that eventually started crashing through her body. They continued building until they were so frequent that she was wildly bucking her hips and panting with quick and high pitched yelps, much to her red-faced embarrassment.
\n     Her body finally shook all at once, as if it was having its own personal earthquake, as waves of overwhelming pleasure made her head spin and her body convulse all at once.
\n     Static put her arms along her side and rested her head on Miranda\u02bcs stomach.
\n     Catching her breath as her tremors started to subside, she looked down at Static.
\n     \u201cHow did you do that?\u201d gasped Miranda.
\n     Static tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. \u201cGirls know how to work other girls. Especially me!\u201d <\/p>\n

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     Miranda was sitting back on Static\u02bcs futon, eating a bowl of pinto bean salad which Static had made herself.
\n     She had not bothered putting her clothes back on.
\n     Static was sitting at her desk eating her own portion of her home cooking. She had also not bothered to get dressed.
\n     Miranda marveled at how comfortable and at ease she felt with Static. She would almost always put some clothes back on after doing anything with anyone.
\n     This time was different.
\n     Miranda mused that her very first oral sex orgasm might have had something to do with it.
\n     \u201cThis is by far the best meal I\u02bcve eaten in a squat,\u201d said Miranda.
\n     \u201cThis shit is so easy to make. I swear people in squats don\u02bct even try half the time. They just eat crap when it\u02bcs more than easy enough to make something decent and healthy.\u201d
\n     Miranda set aside her bowl. \u201cHave you been at this squat for a while?\u201d
\n     Static shrugged. \u201cIn and out. I get places sometimes. When I get steady work I\u02bcll sometimes rent a room in a house, and then I\u02bcll go back to a place like this if I want to save some money or I fall on a bad work stretch.\u201d
\n     Miranda folded her hands on her full stomach. \u201cWhat kind of work do you get?\u201d
\n     \u201cSometimes a retail job now and then, but I hate that shit. That kinda work is always fucked up. The boss is always some spastic prick and the pay is always shit. I get more dough from stripping.\u201d
\n     Miranda\u02bcs eyes got wider. \u201cStripping?\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah. You should try it out.\u201d
\n     Miranda held in a jolt. \u201cNo. No way.\u201d
\n     \u201cWhy not?\u201d
\n     Miranda turned her head away from Static. \u201cWho would want to see me naked?\u201d
\n     \u201cEveryone wants to see you naked,\u201d stated Static matter-of-factly.
\n     \u201cWhat?\u201d
\n     \u201cShit, guys would empty out their wallets to see you in the buff. Hell, I\u02bcm lookin\u02bc at you right now and I\u02bcm tempted to throw money at you.\u201d
\n     \u201cBecause I\u02bcm really tall?\u201d
\n     \u201cBecause you\u02bcre a really tall babe. You got a killer body. Nice breasts, and you have an incredible ass! And a tall girl? Shit, you\u02bcd make so much bank just for takin\u02bc your clothes off.\u201d
\n     \u201cI\u02bcve never done anything like that.\u201d
\n     \u201cIt\u02bcs easy. And honestly, I don\u02bct find it nearly as depressing as working retail or fast food. I\u02bcd rather take my clothes off than flip burgers or run a register for chump change.\u201d
\n     Miranda looked around the room as she thought about it. It was a strange feeling, having someone compliment her body. So many of the men she had slept with had never bothered to tell her that she was attractive. They certainly never complimented specific parts of her body.
\n     Static tilted her head and gave Miranda a pointed stare. \u201cSo what is your story? How did you end up out here?\u201d
\n     Miranda bristled. Static\u02bcs question caught her off guard. She was still processing rarely heard compliments.
\n     Except for Sussy, no one in the scene had ever bothered to ask her why she was out on the street.
\n     The flashes came back. The clattering desk, the grabbing arms, the sickening thud when she hit the floor, the hands violently squeezing her…
\n     The blood.
\n     And the screaming.
\n     Her eyes trembled at the flashes of memory.
\n     \u201cMy parents. I just… I couldn\u02bct take them anymore.\u201d
\n     \u201cBoth of \u02bcem?\u201d
\n     Miranda nodded. \u201cYeah.\u201d
\n     \u201cThey lookin\u02bc for ya?\u201d
\n     Miranda thought about it for a moment. \u201cI don\u02bct know. Maybe. Maybe not. I wouldn\u02bct be surprised if they didn\u02bct bother.\u201d
\n     Static slowly nodded. \u201cYeah. That\u02bcs not unheard of around our tribe.\u201d Static\u02bcs expression softened. \u201cDid your dad beat you?\u201d
\n     Miranda nodded. \u201cMy ma too.\u201d
\n     Static\u02bcs eyes popped open. \u201cNo shit? Damn. I heard a\u02bc plenty a\u02bc dads that beat the crap out of their kids, but mommas usually don\u02bct do that.\u201d
\n     \u201cThey were always angry with me. Sometimes they would team up and smack me around at the same time.\u201d
\n     Static stood up, walked up to Miranda, and knelt on the futon, right next to Miranda. \u201cDid your dad molest you?\u201d
\n     \u201cNo. He just beat me up.\u201d
\n     \u201cWow. Okay.\u201d
\n     Static fell silent. Her eyes looked lost as she looked over Miranda.
\n     \u201cMy uncle tried to molest me,\u201d said Miranda. \u201cHe was always feeling me up when I was a really small child. I stopped him from doing that though.\u201d
\n     \u201cNo shit? How did you do that?\u201d
\n     \u201cI bit his finger. Hard. Broke the skin and made him bleed.\u201d
\n     Static sat back. \u201cFuckin\u02bc a\u02bc.\u201d
\n     \u201cI got punished for it too. They thought there was something wrong with me.\u201d
\n     Static stretched herself across the futon and pressed herself against Miranda, putting an arm across her stomach. \u201cIf I ever see your parents, I\u02bcll kick the shit out a\u02bc them. Both of them.\u201d
\n     Miranda gave Static a look. \u201cMy father\u02bcs six foot eight, and he gets into bar fights all the time.\u201d
\n     Static lifted her head and gave Miranda a hard look. \u201cFuck him. I\u02bcll take down that piece a\u02bc shit if he ever comes near you. Fuck his six foot eight.\u201d
\n     Miranda felt a warm rush go through her. Static\u02bcs body heat emanated through her.
\n     She fought back a tear.
\n     It was the first time in her life someone had offered to defend her.
\n     She wrapped her arms around Static.
\n     She shivered.
\n     She felt as if she were in shock as her body warmed up.
\n     Miranda felt an unfamiliar calm go through her.
\n     She gazed at Static and Static nuzzled her.
\n     \u201cMy name\u02bcs not actually Elizabeth,\u201d said Miranda.
\n \u201cOkay.\u201d
\n     Miranda looked at Static, perplexed. \u201cThat doesn\u02bct concern you?\u201d
\n     Static turned her head. \u201cYou think my parents actually named me Static? Most of the sorry motherfuckers out there go by nicknames or false names. Shit, no one would know who the fuck you were talkin\u02bc about if you used my real name.\u201d
\n     Miranda tilted her head. \u201cWhat is your real name?\u201d
\n     Static narrowed her eyes. \u201cYou first.\u201d
\n     Miranda was suddenly gripped with a feeling of apprehension. She had not once told anyone her actual name since she had run away.
\n     Looking at Static, with her light hazel eyes and her bright bleached blonde hair and her soft countenance, she fought against the feeling she got when she gazed at her. She was trying to decide if she was really trustworthy, if she could really tell her such a secret.
\n     \u201cMy real name is Miranda,\u201d she said, having shoved her doubts aside.
\n     Static simply looked back at her. \u201cOkay.\u201d
\n     Miranda leaned towards Static. \u201cYour turn.\u201d
\n     \u201cYou can\u02bct tell anyone.\u201d
\n     \u201cSure.\u201d
\n     \u201cI mean, no one.\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah, I got it.\u201d
\n     Static looked back at her as if she were not sure she could trust her. \u201cSo tell me, how come you don\u02bct tell people your real name?\u201d
\n     \u201cDidn\u02bct you say a lot of people don\u02bct use their real name?\u201d
\n     \u201cYeah, but they go by nicknames like Shake or Scream or Stitch. They don\u02bct usually come up with some plain Jane name. No one does that unless they\u02bcre hiding something.\u201d
\n     Miranda looked at Static for a moment.
\n     \u201cOr they\u02bcre just really weird,\u201d added Static.
\n     Miranda tried to sink into the futon. \u201cIt could get complicated if certain people found out my real name.\u201d
\n     \u201cComplicated how?\u201d
\n     Miranda felt herself squirm. \u201cLike, if the cops ever found out who I really was.\u201d
\n     Static slowly nodded her head. \u201cAny chance I\u02bcm gonna hear that story?\u201d
\n     Miranda paused.
\n     \u201cIt\u02bcs better for everyone if you didn\u02bct,\u201d said Miranda finally.
\n     Static got quiet. She let go of Miranda and stood up. She picked up an old acoustic guitar and handed it to Miranda.
\n     Miranda looked at Static quizzically as she sat up with the guitar.
\n     \u201cLets jam!\u201d smiled Static as she grabbed another acoustic guitar.
\n     Miranda held out the guitar. \u201cI\u02bcve never touched one of these things before.\u201d
\n     \u201cSo?\u201d replied Static as she tuned her guitar.
\n     \u201cI don\u02bct know how to play!\u201d
\n     \u201cIt\u02bcs easy,\u201d said Static with a wave of her hand. \u201cI\u02bcll teach you a few power chords and we can get jamming.\u201d
\n     Miranda looked at the guitar as if it were some alien object she had just found.
\n     \u201cJust give it a strum,\u201d commanded Static.
\n     Miranda dragged a hand across the strings.
\n     \u201cOkay, now try it while you\u02bcre pressing down the strings with your other hand.\u201d
\n     She only stared back at Static while letting the guitar fall in her lap.
\n     \u201cOkay, hang on,\u201d said Static as she got off of her chair and sat cross-legged on the bed next to Miranda.
\n     She showed Miranda a few simple power chords. Miranda watched carefully and tried to strum a few chords out.
\n     She was only doing it to humor Static, who had been so kind and generous to her.
\n     By the time they were done, Miranda was able to play a few simple songs.
\n     \u201cWe should keep practicing and start our own band,\u201d smiled Static.
\n      Miranda brought her head back. \u201cGet out. How the fuck am I going to be in a band?\u201d
\n     \u201cYou just start one! Don\u02bct think about it. Just do it. Look at all of those awful bands with crappy musicians who don\u02bct know what they\u02bcre doing. They just do it, and they don\u02bct care that they suck.\u201d
\n     Miranda looked down at the guitar. \u201cI dunno. It all sounds really weird to me. I just can\u02bct imagine being in a band.\u201d
\n     \u201cOkay fine,\u201d said Static as she leaned in closer. \u201cI\u02bcm just looking for an excuse to spend more time with you.\u201d
\n     Miranda leaned away from Static. She could feel herself blushing.
\n     She looked away from Static.
\n     Static\u02bcs smile dropped. \u201cI\u02bcm sorry. Am I embarrassing you?\u201d
\n     Miranda looked down at her lap.
\n     \u201cWhat\u02bcs up?\u201d asked Static as she brought herself closer.
\n     \u201cNo one\u02bcs ever said anything like that to me,\u201d said Miranda in a strained voice, still keeping her head down.
\n     Static put a hand to her cheek. \u201cHey Miranda.\u201d
\n     \u201cYes?\u201d said Miranda quietly as she looked up.
\n     \u201cYou were naked for your first guitar lesson.\u201d
\n     Miranda blushed as she smiled.
\n     \u201cAnd so was your teacher!\u201d smiled Static.
\n     They put their guitars aside and embraced.
\n     Miranda\u02bcs heart skipped a beat, as a woman half her size melted into her.
\n     She forced herself to hold back her tears.<\/p>\n


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