I’m sunning on the bank of a river. It’s a glorious day. Red flowers are growing around me. I’m lying on my blanket, listening to birds sing, wind in the trees, and feeling grateful for my body and my life. My breasts, huge tummy, soft thighs, feet, shoulders, strong calves, arms, back, hands, neck, ass,
Dear lost one, I miss when you hugged me hard and made me tea– I felt like I belonged near you. Maybe I belonged somewhere. Those days were kind of brief. I miss when I brought you to the land because I was showing you what was most valuable to me, trying to give that
I want places it’s ok to share erotic art. I’ve thought about making a pay site, but I don’t know how to manage the funds considering I’m disabled on benefits. Likewise I wish for a corn co-op, but my friends don’t seem into it. Not sure I have the energy to manage that from scratch.