stephen gordon: gangly and flirtatious

[felinejumper]

Sometimes Mary would talk of her plans for the future while Stephen listened, smiling as she did so.
‘I’ll go into an office, I want to be free.’
‘You’re so little, you’d get mislaid in an office.’
‘I’m five foot five!’
'Are you really, Mary? You feel little somehow.’
'That’s because you’re so tall. I do wish I could grow a bit!’
‘No, don’t wish that, you’re all right as you are — it’s you, Mary.’

-Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

Still working my way through The Well of Loneliness, still crying at Puddle, and so very excited about flirtatious!Stephen. (It's also reassuring for my own forays into early century writing, because this...is a flirtatious conversation I myself have had more than one time. As I suspect most of us have. Should I get new banter? Ehhhh.)

my first post by email!, a not-really-very-exciting innovation