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I think this is all very beautiful. And that some people are perhaps a bit jealous of this - Ok, on a number of levels frankly very disturbing turn of events - but I wish you all the best.
It might be an idea, though, to sort of defer the issue of 'oral,' or at least put together some sort of contract whereby he's not allowed to go totally crazy with your flesh. He shouldn't be allowed to paint the ceiling in that particular way, Kali, should he?
But I'm depressed, obviously, and perhaps somewhat envious. Professional purposes aside, I haven't had a man in twenty five years. Sometimes I wonder if anyone will ever love me. I don't want to spend my life torturing senior management types at accountancy firms during their lunch breaks, but it's just that I'm good at it, you know?
It's a sordid nightmare, the one I inhabit, but then again, I suppose everything's relative. |
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