Gare du Nord Blindfold: My First Surrender to Unknown Pleasures
Gare du Nord. Entrance to platform 9. Nearly half an hour I’ve stood here. Legs slightly apart. Hands clasped behind my back. Light dress with thin straps, mid-thigh. Top buttons undone below my breasts. No bra. No panties. Stuffed in my purse after the bathroom stop. Heart hammers. Stomach knots. I could have said no….