I woke up disheveled and a little sore and sticky this morning. I feel more vulnerable and somehow more grown up all at the same time.
I'm not a virgin anymore. None of us are. We're all a little disheveled and wearing little, secrets smiles.
It's Pride weekend and the vibe of many of the plays last night had that resonance. There was a feeling of not holding back and of letting things out of the closet. I will write a bit more about that later but for now, I will just say that today started with Joe Zavadil offering me Monkey Bread.
When he asked me what I thought about it this wonder of sticky sweetness, I could only blush a little and mumble, "It's like an orgasm in my mouth."
And so begins day two. The Devil is in the details.
With a sigh of delight and anticipation,