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What's Wrong With Me??

This Blog Has Nothing To Do With Lesbianism And That's Why I Changed The Title Y'all.(Just roll eyes and keep reading...)He's got one latex-gloved finger deep in my mouth and the other stuck in my ear.I mumble something unintelligible, and he pulls his spittle-covered finger out of my mouth with a twist of his wrist as though twirling drippage from a just-poured bottle of wine.I swallow the accumulated saliva, clear my throat, stretch my jaw wide—activating a popping sound on my left side—and ask him, Did you hear that?He did.He waits with his hand in mid-air waiting for me to tell him whatever else I’m about to say.Me: Oh. Yes. No, nothing.But what I'm really thinking is how challenging it is...

Warning: (r)Aging Lady. Aches and Pains and Plaque. Damn It.

I’m laying face down, almost naked save for skimpy skivvies (that be slang for panties).Can you tell my ass isn’t balanced? I ask, lifting my head.Yep, this side is more developed, he confirms.Shit. I knew it. That’s not good for your neck. I put my face down. He continues.It’s not noticeable except that I’m touching it. He chuckles.The bedroom lighting is dim thanks to an adjustable light switch. I’m slathered in coconut oil. He can’t possibly see too much (I hope) while he kneads my gluteus maximus, which apparently is maxed out more on one side. This imbalance doesn’t bode well for OCD-me. I muffle this through the flannel sheet.It’s because of my damn hip injury way back whenever.He asks...

Atonement: Love is the Answer

Last week I went to a Marianne Williamson event with my housemate, Mermaid, and another housemate, Sussex. Since Mermaid's Prius' backseat (and trunk) were still stocking-stuffer stacked to the brim with the numerous treasures she's procured to resell at the next antique market, Sussex and I agree to share the passenger seat. I'm on top. This is both illegal and uncomfortable. By the time we get through almost 90 minutes of rush hour traffic, my coccyx needs a chiropractor and Sussex's knees are numb. Nonetheless, it's all worth it. There, we meet our friend, Tango (though he prefers to go by the sexier Africa007), who is also from the UK (born in Nigeria). Normally, Tango likes to sit at...

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