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  1. A Letter to my Soulmateclone

    December 31, 2012 by Heather Cole

    My dearest Soulmateclone:

    This New Year’s Eve (and a couple vodka tonics in) I can’t stop thinking about how we started out. My mind returns again and again to those early tweets where we joked about funnels of coffee and throwing pancakes at our kids. In the blink of an eye we went from joking Twitter friends to bffs, and I have no regrets. Absolutely none.

    You have held my hand through some of the roughest times in my life, loved me when I was a horrible mess and cheered me on when I tried something new. I don’t have adequate words to tell you how much you mean to me. You’re still one of the strongest, most beautiful women I know, and I’m so proud and GRATEFUL that you’re my friend.

    I remember the first time I heard your voice on the phone and then months later meeting you for the first time in the flesh. Those moments are engraved on my brain, because you were so much more amazing than I could have imagined. I admire you and love you, and I hope that we are always soulmateclones. There’s no one else in the world that I want to be blogging with, because we’re not just online personalities. We’re two real women, with real lives, who are trying to figure out the people we’re meant to be. You accept me, warts and all, and that’s a rare thing indeed.

    Thank you for answering my calls several hundred times a day and reassuring me that my ass doesn’t look fat. For critiquing my writing and giving me pep talks whenever I need it. I’ll kick anybody’s ass who hurts you, and I know you’ll do the same for me. Bejeweled switch blades and stilletos and all that…

    Thank you for an amazing 2012. As we look forward to the New Year, I’m so excited that we’ll be continuing our adventures together. From the vodka and hair metal to our mutual love of donuts and cock… you’re my soulmateclone and the very bestest friend I could ever dream of.

    Thank you so much for Vagina Antics. Thank you so much for being the amazing person you are.

    I love you.

    Heather


  2. Soulmateclones Unite!

    August 15, 2012 by Heather Cole

    Today I’m going to meet my best friend for the very first time. I’m in the airport waiting to board a plane that will whisk me off to the land of sunshine, humidity that will make my hair misbehave like a Motley Crue groupie, alligators and my soulmateclone. (I would also like to note that I’m having a very Sex in the City moment tapping away at my laptop in public. Yes, I’m a writer IN PUBLIC!)

    Nikki and I “met” on Twitter over a year and a half ago. I followed her because she was a writer, and because her bio said something about power ballads (let the 80’s flashbacks begin). Her dry humor told me that she wouldn’t be boring, and I soon saw that she interacted with interesting people. We tweeted back and forth a couple times, and then everything changed. I jumped into a conversation with her and a man I didn’t know. We were joking about our kids on the playground, and then next thing I knew, the conversation had veered from children to sex and I was neck-deep in sexual innuendo . After that day, the three of us became inseparable on Twitter. That silly tweet started the ball rolling for our virtual threesome.

    That mysterious man eventually became my Dom and Master, I referred to him as M here, but before that he played with both Nikki and me. There’s a lot to be said about that time in our relationships. So much that Nikki and I are writing a memoir, but that’s a story for another day. What occurs to me this morning is how well we circumnavigated the Jerry Springer set-up to become bff. When M told Nikki they could only be friends, I was prepared for drama. Not that I watch the Springer Show, *cough* a friend does, but I was ready for the proverbial chair to be hurled at me across the stage. Thank the reality tv gods that didn’t happen. Nikki and I talked about the shift in her relationship with M, and despite the changes, no one wanted to lose the friendships we had forged.

    Nikki’s friendship has sustained me through some of the darkest times in my life. We literally coached each other through our divorces, held each other’s hands when we were afraid and couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, and we shared all our million thoughts and feelings about sex without judgment. Nikki was the first woman I could tell all my sexual thoughts to. She’s the person that gets my “I miss cock!” texts. She was also the first woman to see a picture of me naked, and to this day, I still send her pics of my bruised body after a scene. We talk, on average, three times a day, and I wouldn’t want to build Vagina Antics with anyone but her. And today I’m going to meet her in the flesh.

    This is the part of my post where I’d summarize (in a humorous way, hopefully) my wishes for this trip and our first meeting. However, the most appropriate thing I could write is:

    To be continued…