No. 145: Dildo Sprouting From the Rice Paddy Path

The path along the rice paddies is narrow and a little hard to walk on. But that’s what makes it so nice. I don’t run into anyone, and no one sees me. It’s a special place where I can be “me” instead of just “I.” The crisp winter air wraps around my cheeks, cooling them. I spread my arms wide or spin around. The hem of my skirt flutters gently, and my shadow dances along with it. The feel of withered grass, the scent of the earth. And then, a dildo was growing out of the field path. All five of my senses tell me that “I” am here, right now. In this place where I don’t have to worry about the stares of the city, today I’m going to play to my heart’s content, just being myself.