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My god, how did I get here?



Ask me anything

The beast, kinda like a fluffy kitten, safe, warm, no claws

Happy to report that maturity prevailed, BUT, the kisses were good, for the first time in a long long long time, I wasn’t grossed out by tongue. It is amazing, that touch thing, just, clunk, we held hands and were touching all evening. Physical chemistry, not lust, just…..knowing…..weird.

He’s gone off to jasper and banff now, email addresses exchanged.

Thanks universe, I really appreciated that! We both agreed it was too bad we don’t live in the same town/country/continent……

Okay, back to practicing music and yoga and getting ready for the pity party the meet up crew is having tomorrow afternoon, beer, pizza and a pity circle! Should be hilariously good fun. I am preparing warren zevons, poor poor pitiful me to sing as my contribution.

Xxoooo love each and everyone of you!

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