My toes are not broken. When I was in the shower this morning a rude tilt, a shifting of the city, imperceptible seismic-style, caused me to drop the shower head on my left foot. And although it took a while for me to be able to move those two toes again, and although they were(/are) bloody and swollen, I never cried. And I shall not.
My heart is not broken. I may have cried, but I have kept my footing through many tilts and shifts. I am still standing, and I am still whole.
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at the risk of sounding trite, please know that should you stumble a bit, I'd be more than happy to support you.
and by support I mean...you know...go down on.
I'm only gone for a couple of weeks...and she's already offering to go down on other people...HOWEVER, in this case...I consent, and perhaps even encourage....as long as you TAKE PICTURES.
also...hold onto this feeling of wholeness, it's not always around....but when it is around...it's glorious.
um, yes to all of the above.
what has happened to me? agreeing to experiment with the same sex, agreeing to create pornography...?
um, maybe i should change that "wholeness" part to "harlotry"
"I am still standing, I am still making porn for the internet."
I finally checked out you blog Grace. It was an interesting day on the comment section.
Hope your toes are better.
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