They tell me not to use the watercolors. They tell me watercolor
reminds them too much of female lubrication (the natural kind).
In their voices is taunting...or occasionally pleading. When they
plead, I feel so sad for these lesbian painters in their frocks. What
is it I can do for you, I ask them?
But they never answer...they only wave feebly with a piece of charcoal
or charcoal paper and....I can't go on. *hand to brow* I just can't.
--Man In The Doorway