Ms. Clairborne was linear in thought. She was a woman child with the heart of the Tin Man’s better half. Still untainted by the moody storm of the ever-changing life, her compassion became her foundation, although throughout most of her life it served as an emotional handicap. Her later womanhood gave birth to it’s divine balance, where the sensual mechanics became known to her as her own best friend, and spiritual liberator.
How can you gain full understanding of a person? The question is, how can you? Ms. Clairborne didn’t have a full understanding of herself, nor did she have one of anyone else.
She had moments throughout her naive youth, when she assumed that she knew, but through out all the pain, and mistakes, throughout all the worlds of music, film, and reading, she found she wasn’t the only one who lived a life of a fool.
Her experience in love, and sexual exploration were what made her realize the beauty in the burden she always carried. Her personal path led her to an addiction that began at the time of puberty. It’s easy to do when one is...by nature...sensual. Let me explain.
Sensuality begins in the senses; sight, sound, smell, touch, and taste. What makes one sensual depends on the sensitivity of these. She was so sensitive it hurt her all her life, but it gave her tremendous inspiration to figure out how to master her pain with creative ideas.
These ideas were plenty, and fruitful as time went on, but in her earlier days they were only wheels, like bones still fragile, and growing.
The healing days were when another woman or man showered effection upon her, and if it was the best of days, it was with a caress, or a kiss.
Her first kiss was from a girl. Her first oral experience was from a woman ten years older.
And, this is where the next chapter will begin. Her first female lover...she was from the south of France. She had her own home, in Ms. Clairborne's home town, where one week-end Louise met her through a friend, and was invited to stay for two days and two nights. The year was 1987. It was her sprouting age of 17, already a year on her own, this young woman was in ways becoming more a woman than a lot of her previous high school teachers.
This week-end gave birth to her under-lining calm, and it was the first of many times that she was questioned of her planitary origin, as if Earth were not an option.
To give you an erotic perspective, you must know how her wheels turn inside. Visually you might imagine one fitting into the groves of another, like an old crafted clock, turning at a pace un-seen...the first kiss, as awkward as it had been, was the spiritual, and the intellectual mechanics that received it’s first maintenance.

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