Journal entries from my personal journals ive kept over the years 2002-present
if a man isn’t comfortable eating your ass he has no business sticking his dick in it
Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it’s unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can’t touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep….
if a man isn’t comfortable eating your ass he has no business sticking his dick in it
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