Gathering thoughts…
i read hoex's "gentlemen callers" recently
little vignettes
she transforms herself into different objects
which interact with the objects of her erotic affection
for ex:
she becomes a wave to splash upon a naked pirate
she becomes a little housefly to "tickle" a baker
she becomes an octopus to envelop her swim teacher
she missed one.
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Sometimes your brain protects you by thinking of the future. Anticipating scenarios. Sometimes your brain protects you by reminding you of all the difficulties in the past that you’ve survived. One of my difficulties is saying goodbye
I realized I’m not a social creature with moments of solitude, I’m a solitary being with social contact. But I miss people I’ve lost contact with. Perhaps because goodbye is the de facto way now, I experience it too much.
