I was in a bathroom, going pee, looking down at my underwear. They are probably my favorite–purple–and they have some holes. I suddenly realized: wow, these things are beat. Very used purple underwear. They’re faded in the part where a little pee gets on them, pee-bleached. I’m guessing it’s been ten years, I’ve been wearing
Did you ever have a rich friend who gave you money? This happened to me. I had a good friend who I fell in love with–she inherited a fortune out of the blue. We had a friendship for some years. She was brilliant, creative, beautiful–a small queer woman, fierce and challenging. We’re not friends anymore
My spouse read that last post about how I was hurt by a friend who we loved. “Do you ever see his news?” I asked. “No,” my spouse said. “Maybe would you look him up?” I asked. “I’m just curious if he’s alive.” “Ok, I can do that.” “Would you look up my ex-husband also?”
Here’s more about aesthetics because I figured out what I was trying to say last time! pretty “Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked my spouse. It was idle pre-bed chatter. “Yes,” he said. “Do you think I’m…hella pretty?” “Yes,” he said. “You seem to think I’m pretty…when I’m sucking your dick,” I said. “Yes,”
“Guess what this is?” I asked my spouse. My new vibrator arrived in the mail yesterday. It was wrapped in pink tissue paper. “Soap?” he asked. I guess the sacred bundle was that size. “No, but…it will make me clean!” I said. Not sure how that made sense. But he realized from my tone, it