Thigh Friendship.

Via on Jun 27, 2012


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{In Celtic times, the female warriors would grant their male colleagues “the friendship of the thighs” as a way of making peace. They would set aside their weapons and war making and just be man and woman. Beyond god and goddess, before sacred or divine—we are human, first. Beyond the “war between the sexes” there are small countries where we come together and call a truce.}

 Thigh Friendship

We are in the in-between country;

we are at war.

The feel of your hairy knees

behind my smooth ones

comforts me—and you know this,

you use this.

It’s your last defense.

But I don’t want your comfort.

I want to play with my anger a little more.

I’m not ready to set it down.

I am not sacred;

I can’t be a goddess.

I am a warrior.

(I am tired of being at war with you.)

In the space between anger

and lust there’s a gap,

a place where we are both human.

Forget divine and sacred and psychobabble bullshit.

There’s a place where I can write whole novels

about the scent of your skin.

There’s a place where no one is on a pedestal.

It’s not in that field beyond rightdoing or wrongdoing or whatever that was.

It’s in the small of my back.

It’s in the curve of your jaw.

It’s in the late afternoon when we should be at work.

It’s the last light of day falling across my skin through the window

as I arch my back and rise to meet you.

Words fall away.

There’s a place where I can forget how angry I am

and stop warring with you for a minute

or two or twenty

or an afternoon.

I can’t be a goddess

(and I don’t want to).

But I can tuck you into me

and we can rock each other to sleep.


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About Kate Bartolotta

Kate Bartolotta is the strongest girl in the world. She is the love child of a pirate and a roller derby queen. She hails from the second star to the right. She doesn't know how to behave with all the apples and ibexes. She doesn't suffer from her eight million freckles, she loves them! Like a rolling stone, Kate gathers no moss. Kate loves kale, being barefoot, Dr. Seuss, singing too loudly, gallivanting, palindromes, blackberries and has far too many books for her own good. When she's not writing, you can find her practicing yoga, running in the woods, playing with her kids, devouring a book, planting dandelions, changing the world and doing her dishes. Kate does not play the accordion. She is a massage therapist, writer and a compassionate friend to all. This year Kate aspires to finally give up on learning to knit and will instead spend that time putting a little bit more of her heart on the page. Connect with Kate on Facebook and Twitter


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17 Responses to “Thigh Friendship.”

  1. Brilliant. Scrumptious. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for putting things into perspective, dear Kate, thank you.

  2. jhepstein says:

    oh fuck that's good.

  3. GinaEngels says:

    woooaaah, damn. that's it right there.

  4. Jess Avila says:


  5. Craig says:

    HA HA ONLY problem in Celtic times BOTH women and men had hairy legs and other body parts:)

  6. MarLynn says:

    Wow… E.L. James ain't got nothing on you girl!

  7. Delicious reminder of the sweetness of this flesh, the power of the ordinary and the glory of being human. (but hey, I'm still a goddess. too :-) (LOL…should I duck?)

  8. Eric says:

    Aw, Kate. I thought it read "Thai Friendship" :)

    "Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoing there is a field. I will meet you there for Pad Thai and we will get buck-nekked and frolic…watch out for thistles if yer hirsute…"

  9. johnbrier says:

    I enjoyed this. I actually think that within sex is the possibility of leaving behind the ego and entering the divine, so I don't try to forget it, because that is it. I wonder if when you say forget the bullshit, you're forgetting the what the ego has attached to the divine.. but the divine isn't anything that can be defined. :-D

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