Sternum status, five weeks on: solid, white, unmarred, with a bit less angora.
- meaghan: maybe a good way to know if you love a man is to try to imagine living on a farm and having babies with him. do you die of laughter? then rethink.
- me: i imagine what they will think of me when i they see me, three days into a writing binge, with unwashed hair, a torn slip, eyeliner still clinging to my cheeks, and asking them to go get me coffee -- WHAT DO THEY SAY?
- meaghan: MILK NO SUGAR!
- me: heavy cream if they've got it, exactly! MARRY ME MEAGHANO
- meaghan: we would run an amazing household
- me: can i quote this pls?
I think if you’re cuddling with someone and they’re cross dressing, you can become lovers, it can become an affair. But it doesn’t start there.
— @S___Elliott, who adds, “You can quote me on that. That’s a philosophy for life.”
What would be between us if I could just present my body as it craved being captured? I don’t need to be fucked. I just want to be photographed.
— Do I need to give it a name now?
There is nothing more hookery: lunchtime lingerie shopping.
… an honored mistress whose own vision of sex is so boundless that she can’t help but be demanding. She doesn’t wish to be… She just can’t, once provoked, keep from running over her own banks.
— A bit more from where that came from.
