December 24th, 2001

Mama Deb

Lexsmooches

“Why did you hide all this from me, Clark?” Lex sat crosslegged in the barn while Clark put down a piece of heavy machinery.

Clark sat next to him. “My father.”

Your father? Mr. Honest and Upright?” Lex’s voice dripped with both irony and surprise. “I thought you had the perfect dad.”

“He’s not perfect. He’s good, and I love him, but he’s not perfect.” Clark wondered if Lex knew how closely they were sitting, that if Clark wanted to, he could touch Lex’s shoulder or his cheek or his…

“Compared to mine, he’s damn close. At least your father…” Lex looked at him. Through him. “Why did you tell me, then?”

“My dad. My dad thinks I should hide who I am, and maybe he’s right. Maybe people aren’t ready for me. But. I hate lying. I really hate it. It goes against what my dad taught me, at least most of the time. And.” He moved a bit closer, hoping Lex wouldn’t notice.

“And?” Lex kept looking at him. That look went straight to his groin.

“And I hate lying to you. I see what happens when I do. You know. Your face gets cold and hard, and I think maybe you hate me for it.” Clark stared down at his jeans.

“I don’t. I can’t. I can’t ever hate you. I mean. I can’t. Ever.” He smiled then. “Even when you lie, you’re so…I can’t. I can’t hate you.” And that was Lex’s hand on his shoulder.

“I…I couldn’t stand if you hated me. If we were like our fathers. Enemies. I couldn’t stand it. I want to be your friend. Or. More than your friend.” He leaned closer.

“Clark! Do you know what you’re…do you know?” Lex pulled back.

“I know. I know…I’ve been dreaming. I know. Do you?”

“I’ve been dreaming, too. Usually when I’m awake.”

Their lips met, and for a time there were no fathers and no strange powers and the world was perfect.
Mama Deb

Like a Rose

I have a present. No, not a Christmas present. That I got it tonight is a coincidence. It's actually my tenth anniversary present, which happened March 10, but that doesn't matter, either. Because it's beautiful.

My other identity, besides the slash writer, is that of an Orthodox Jewish woman. I read psalms, tehilim, a lot. I try to read through the book in a month.

Jonathan found, in an antique Judaica shop, an old and damaged Tehilim without a cover. Damaged, but still usable/readable. He took it to a friend. The friend restored it, and then put on an extraordinary cover.

It's leather, because good covers are, and because 10 is the leather anniversary. Blue leather. It's stamped in 18 carat gold - little rose stamps in the center of each cover. We have the stamp. The border of the front cover is a verse from Song of Songs, the same verse as on our wedding invitations: "C'shoshona bein hachochim kain raiti bein habanot " : Like a rose among the thorns is my beloved among the maidens."

It's done in our friend's own font, too.

I opened it to the correct psalm for today and learned it in honor of our friend, and because the first thing one should do with a holy book is learn from it.
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