My friend txted me a picture of this card–he said it was hot, looked like someone fingering the earth.
Hells yeah. I would finger the earth, fuck the earth with my rose quartz strap-on and my entire soul, cuddle the earth, make any kind of love to the earth.
I’m still laughing about that. Feeling grateful to friends who bring me fresh ideas, show me beautiful pictures, send books and letters, postcards, small metal sculptures.
Friends as caring as cats who bring me lizards and mice. Friends like dumpster divers who bring me pretty flowers from dumpsters. I love you.