The problem
with staying in hotels is that every once in awhile you remember that someone,
many people have had sex on the bed upon which you rest your head while
watching Netflix. The truly awful thing about corporate apartments is that all
of those people have faces. Clear, wholesome, smiling faces. And while you
imagine them these faces tell corny jokes about healthy relationships and give
shitty
innuendos to their partners... whose faces I also recall in detail. Then I
consider that they probably did some trail running or rock dancing (offbeat)
just before they did it...probably in the middle of the day or at like 7 before
they went out for sushi or something involving Quinoa. It haunts me at night...
I'm so fucking tired.
It's that time again!!! # FBF of # AMERICANHISTORYMONTH . This photo gallery is brought to you by my mother and called... # WOMENSMARCH !! It took me along time to write this... pardon me if I say something stupid. Feminine is a funny Word. I cannot define the phenomenon of feminine, for it is neither my place nor my aim... but I like it. For many reasons in many ways, always. In some societies it is softness. The wilting flower. The tender petals. In some cultures it is rubenesque. In some thin. Sometimes Athena, sometimes Oshun.... blah blah blah. But... Quick Tale: When I was growing up, I had a diverse array of friends of all light frequencies. And I never thought much of it. Once I had a conversation with my mother about how she sometimes felt uneasy around groups of white men and women. I found this weird, as my mom's friends were also Bennetton-ad-esque. She pointed out to me that her difficulty with Whit...
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