At times I feel like...I intrude. Even though my flesh is the requested item of transaction. It's so easy to feel like parts of my body and my spirit are being flipped like pennies in his palm because of how malleable and conductive my libidinous and my spiritual energies are. How worthlessly he underplays them. … Continue reading No More Hookups
Drop your fear. Open your heart.
Last night, I called my friend Marie to catch up. She was on a blind date at this bar, and she described to me how white it was. "Dude the Killers are playing right now, literally my white senses are going off and some dude at the next