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      • Acadia Currah Fall 2022

Acadia Currah

 Stupid Cupid: The Lover Girl Essay

            ​In movies, sometimes there is a scene where the male lead is teaching
the female lead to do something. Swing a golf club, shoot an arrow. Whatever
the task, he is required to stand behind her, and hold this sweet spot just
under her ribcage, maybe whisper something in her ear.
The first time someone grabs you like that- you don’t know him. He is
maneuvering behind you to something or other and uses your waist to push your
twelve year old body aside.

            And it’s not romantic- and it shouldn’t be.
            It doesn’t matter.
            You’d just thought certain kinds of touches dictated an unspoken want- a
brush of fingertips, the adjusting of a tie, with romance being a completely
unavoidable side effect.

            Romance isn’t your favourite book genre- but you’ll skip all the fight
scenes in an adventure novel in favour of long, waxing passages from the
female protagonist about the male protagonist's hands, or something else
mundane; his eyes, his elbows.

            When you develop your first boy-crush, you don’t imagine making sunday
pancakes in a golden hour kitchen, or kissing him passionately while the rain
comes down hot and heavy like the warm innards of a gutted animal.
You have one specific fantasy; he is wearing a black tuxedo- and you, a long
red dress. He is twirling you around an empty ballroom- unspeaking,unsmiling,
looking into your eyes.

            This, admittedly, is dramatic for a nine-year-old.

In the fantasy- you were always a better dancer than you were in real life,
able to maneuver glossy floors in the fancy black high heels you saw once at
Payless.

            There’s a flaw though- whenever you imagine him coming closer,
connecting his lips to yours, you feel panic build in your chest. And you have
to shake your head like an etch a sketch, start the daydream all over.
You’d thought of love burning in like a comet- throwing your life, morals,
relationships, completely off kilter. Someone pointing across the room at you-

“That one.”
            Romance consumes your life in ways that are both mortifying and naive.
Every attractive stranger at the grocery store has no flaws and is perfectly
romantically compatible with you. Every calloused hand meant to brush yours
walking side-by-side.
“Sorry- I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s okay.”

            And you wore converse for years because of how they’d look creased
leaning up for a movie tip-toe foot-pop kiss.

            They hurt your feet- no arch support. But you’d crack your feet into
them anyhow, sidewalk-salt hardened canvas- until they were falling apart. You
felt they still hadn’t been put to their proper use.

            The first time you love a girl- you spend an entire car ride half-
knocked out on Gravol imagining the two of you making dramatic confessions to
one another to the soundtrack of your dad’s oldies playlist- that seems to
loop over and over the duration of the eight hour trip.

            And the first time you look at a girl- in the way you’re really not
supposed to, her hand is curled around the thin neck of a wine bottle, tipping
it into her mouth until her tongue and lips are purple. “Want some?”

            And you’ll forget warnings about people you barely know and liquor
bottles you haven’t opened yourself. “Sure, yeah.”

            And she’ll laugh when your whole face goes pink.
            “Not a red fan?”
            “No I am, it’s just- really strong”
            “Uh huh”
            She doesn’t kiss you, and you don’t make eye contact for more than a few
seconds, but you’ll feel a whole future stretching ahead of you- a one year
anniversary- a tearful parting as she goes off to college, a recounting to
family and friends that long distance can work if you really put the work in.

            “Oh hey, have you met my boyfriend?”
            “Nope.”
            And before you were of loving age- all your great romances took place in
small moments your mind kidnapped and fed until they were full grown. A boy in
your class who looked at your face under a frog-dissecting magnifying glass
and declared it a “cute nose” becomes your on and off again third grade
boyfriend, with on being when he looks your direction and off being when you
forget he exists.

            And you’ll write him love letters in your journal, something you’ve seen
girls do on Disney channel.

            A+B A+S A+J
            And you know you hold love like a wound, pressing it too close into your
stomach until you pass out, until it comes out of your mouth, hot and red.

            It’s all so embarrassing, when you are in love- observing mundane acts
begins to feel like an intrusion. She is there, chewing her salad, and you
love how she chews her salad, but she doesn’t know you love that, and if she
did, would she even be okay with you seeing her chew her salad? Not that you
have a weird thing for people eating.

            And it’s okay, it’s young, it’s romantic. It’s fine. You’re in the
bathroom mirror slapping yourself in the face and “Why did you do that?” And
“Why do you have to make everything so fucking weird?” Your reflection,
predictably, doesn’t answer, just shakes her head, crosses her arms.

            And you know, you look like sex, but can they talk about something else
please. you saw the moon once and it hung high and clear like it was on a
string in a middle school production of fiddler on the roof. Can they talk to
you like all those people on tinder who say they hate small talk but only
really want to ask you if you think aliens exist.

            You wonder how much romance is abour performance- how many girls look up
from under their eyelashes because Cameron Diaz did it in a movie once. How
many couples with hands linked would rather let go because it gets sweaty to
hold on so long.

            You love like a backseat driver, futively shouting at your heart with no
real control over where it goes.

            And how much of it is loving anyway and how much is wanting to. How much
is hearing a song that says baby and imagining you had someone who wouldn’t
flinch the second the word fell out of your mouth, unbidden and sincere.

            And once, in eleventh grade, you came home from a late night drenched in
Ontario rain water, which smells like pennies. Poorly applied makeup making
its agonizing crawl down your face. And you looked into the vanity in your
bedroom and the mirror that wouldn't stop tipping over and thought “I wish
somebody loved me.”

            And the thought hadn’t crossed your mind until then, love as care was
something to be doled out by the spoonful from parents, sparingly from peers.
Not that you’d ever been great at accepting it.

            You wanted someone to give you a sweater that was not yours, to wipe
your face with a warm cloth, to look at your discheleved state and love you
anyhow, to watch you put on your big socks and tight bun, and curl up behind
you in bed, arm hard and heavy around your waist.

            After that, it happened more. “I wish somebody loved me.” In the
unsettlingly humid girls washroom, the curb where you’d run for the bus a
second too late, the sheet of black ice covering your driveway.

            Laying on your back, feeling like everything inside you had broken in
four places, you wish for it, like a comet, like clear sky chemtrails.

            When you get love though, you find yourself plowing through it like a
bad cold, shaking your head and drowning it in electrolyte infused liquids to
drain it from your system. And maybe you aren’t ready, quite, to pull out your
heart, to present it wholly, and say “Just take it if you want it so bad, All
the red is okay because at least your hands will be warm, and if they aren’t
you can have mine” and “I’m not using them anyway.”

            And you know that the truth is you are scared of love tearing through
you, of it leaving you in a crumpled taffeta dress mouthing along “I do” with
its’ bride.

            And you’ll tell them to go, to bestow their red-wine blush and cute nose
onto someone with smaller thighs and a better brain.

            But love is building you a dresser and putting on your favourite movie.
Its’ wondering what you’re up to today and if you ate breakfast.

            ​And there’s no floor length gown, you are still a bad dancer.
            And it doesn’t feel like time is suspending, or your life is being
upended. There is no harsh burn, no aching thaw. There is no knife cut tension
or hand brush that makes the world briefly spin backwards on its axis.

            It feels like being completely done with the dishes by the time you put
the cookies in the oven, and not sweating enough to make your hair dirty while
you run to class.

            You love like a girl, warm and soft and often performative. Tucking a
stray piece of hair behind your ear and looping one ankle over the other. You
hold people in your body and your mind, in all their quirks and complexities,
in all their salad-eating ramshackle glory.

            ​So you look, so you are; Sweat stained sweater, dirty finger-nailed,
greasy haired, good old fashioned lover girl.

--
​Acadia Currah (She/They) is an essayist and poet residing in Vancouver, British Columbia. Their work explores her relationship with gender, sexuality, and religion. She is a leather-jacket-latte-toting lesbian, her work seeks to reach those who most need to hear it. Their work has appeared in The Spotlong Review, Defunkt Magazine, Otherworldy Women's Press, The South Florida Poetry Journal, The Autoethnographer, and The Fiddlehead.

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    • Issue #22 Poetry Fall 2021 >
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      • Adam Tavel Fall 2021
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      • Cin Salach Fall 2021
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      • Micah Ruelle Fall 2021
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      • Haley Wooning Fall 2021
      • Rikki Santer Fall 2021
      • Evy Shen Fall 2021
      • Suzanne Frischkorn Fall 2021
      • Danielle Rose Fall 2021
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      • John Cullen Fall 2021
      • Maureen Seaton Fall 2021
      • Hannah Stephens Fall 2021
    • Issue #22 Nonfiction Fall 2021 >
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      • Phil Goldstein Spring 2022
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      • MICHAEL CHANG Spring 2022
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      • Leah Umansky Spring 2022
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      • Danyal Kim Spring 2022
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      • Sara Kearns Fall 2022
      • Millicent Borges Accardi Fall 2022
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      • john compton Fall 2022
      • Esther Sadoff Fall 2022
      • Whitney Koo Fall 2022
      • W. J. Lofton Fall 2022
      • Rachel Reynolds Fall 2022
      • Kimberly Ann Priest Fall 2022
      • Annie Przypyszny Fall 2022
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      • Nellie Cox Fall 2022
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      • SM Stubbs Fall 2022
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      • Kate Maxwell Fall 2022
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