A couple hours away from Les Spirites, California, was a building of impossible proportions. Some called it the ‘Zoo’.
On Spring Break, some lesbians from the university drove to this building.
They were infrequent lovers: but frequent lovers of all things novel.
The ‘Zoo’ was like a gilded cage of all buildings. It was linked by poles, ladders, ropes, and slides. Only monkeys or very acrobatic lesbians could scale it or explore its depths.
It was impossible building. It shut down within a year due to failing building codes: by all rights it shouldn’t exist.
Lesbians weren’t the only ones who visited. But they were the most frequent. Overnight, habitual sex was made better by the fact, the ‘Zoo’ was their own. Even if it did shut down eventually.
Before its eventually demise at the hands of responsible citizens of CA, lesbians scaled, climb, and rushed through it swiftly. It was a test of endearance.
Lesbians who mastered it, didn’t have sex with anyone who couldn’t keep up with them. Some who tried, went home discourage. Near the top, in rooms only the most athletic lesbians could reach: lesbians made love.
Generally, only those lesbians made love. The epitome of slink, panther-like lesbians. When the charm of lesbian sex wears off, and society slouches and grows weary of lesbian fads, the most skilled lesbians never faded.
When the ‘Zoo’ faded, rumor had it, they moved the ‘Zoo’ to another country: where zone laws were liberal. And their mastery of all physical arts, including love and gymnastics, soared to new heights.
All lesbians were and are precious in sight of Nature and even higher powers, in divinity or mythos, such as the amazons. The beauty of their beings were fundamental, as essential as gravity, water, and air. This is without qualification.
With qualification, not all lesbians are created equal. In the ‘Zoo’, for strength, agility, and the passion for sex and the drive for physical perfection was more than Hollywood’s rationale for beauty. It was a way to feel good, and generally, all who pursued perfection, felt good if in retrospect. Lesbians were no exception: and in that way, defined themselves as more than a sex-oriented niche of society. Where they kept their sex-life to the bedroom, life was less incendiary in matters of politics. Where they shone on the merit of their physique, their sex life was a mystery. And mysteries have ways of enchanting society perennially.
You never see the ‘Zoo’ near Les Spirites, California. It was too new, too avante-gaard for even regulation-riddled California. Perhaps in some other country or life, you will have a chance to see the acrobats of the ‘Zoo’: their form, strength, glory, and majesty, so simply but eloquently expressed in the rogue lesbian women of Les Spirites county, who lived once in:
“The Zoo”