Monday, July 28, 2025
The Gossamer Blouse
The breeze barely noticed piercing puffs through the tiny interspacial loose little rectangular voids in between the spidery strands but blew through anyway, encircling his erecting nipples.
Wait.
He grew up when boys weren't supposed to like cats. Weren't suppose to try on their mother's clothes. Weren't supposed to tell the truth.
Tuesday, July 22, 2025
Daft Punk Lose Yourself To Dance
When I was a kid I could not wait until the Soul Train arrived, every Saturday. The absolute corporial freedom of dance.
Thursday, July 17, 2025
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