January 2010
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Men, love your women. Women, ask love back.
If I could give women any advice, it’d be to love yourself enough to demand affection and unconditional love from men. Not controlling, heavy-handed love but a selfless and giving love that asks nothing in return but your happiness. If the man in your life doesn’t feel this for you and doesn’t make it known, then he doesn’t deserve you.
Some women really don’t see...
My grandfather is pretty amazing
True facts about my grandfather:
When he was six years old he was nearly decapitated and lived to tell the tale. As a kid, my granddad lived on a farm. He was hidden by tall plants or crops or something while his older brother was swinging a scythe… he accidentally cut my grandfather around the circumference of his neck. In what can only be described as a miracle, the blade missed any...
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I long for you. My heart beats faster for you, my stomach becomes a tightening knot and my sex aches at the thought of being close to you. I want to be so close to you that our heartbeats touch, no longer held apart by distance or time, too strong and passionate to be contained. I want to taste you and hear you and smell you, to draw you in and bask in your sweet beauty. I want to give you a...
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His eyes swept the alley, his heart pounding a vicious rhythm and all but leaping out of his chest. He felt his hands drip sweat and shudder as he shoved them in his pockets. His mouth became impossibly dry and he wished not for a safe way home or a moment’s reprieve from the hell he had fashioned himself but simply a glass of water. In those cold gray moments near death, small things...
My mother, the published writer
I’m really proud of my mom. She is really into Victorian style and history and decorating and aesthetics. (Naming her oldest son after an Oscar Wilde character is probably a good indication.) She has only dabbled in writing, although I’m always telling her that she’s talented.
She recently submitted an article on the topic of collecting ephemera to Victoria that is now...
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He rolled over and clutched her tightly as he pressed his lips into her shoulder blade. “You’re my perfection,” he whispered into her warm skin.
“Really?” she asked, incredulously, playfully. “All of me?”
“All of you.”
She had her doubts. She bit her lower lip and said “What about my breasts? My breasts are on the small side. Do you like small breasts on women?”
“I like YOUR breasts on...