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you look at a man from behind washing dishes and tell me you don't know real words and phrases thrown around in my graduate level literature seminar. tropes these are words i know, of course. well, one or two i don't know. mostly, these are just words i haven't heard in a while. -- i don't think anything interesting is going on in my life. (now or ever.) but let me share with you some shit i've been writing. maybe it'll change or disappear, but here it is. maybe i should just write erotica or whatever. i fetishize men. it has been said before. how is it that i can fetishize men by just pointing out that i like to look at them and think dirty thoughts about them? isn't that when men do with women all the time? and aren't fetishes non-sexual? like balloons and blue jeans and babies? aren't men very, very sexual? have you seen the calves on them? so this is from a piece. here a middle school girl watches a middle school boy eat canned pasta out of a large mixing bowl as fast as he can. more interesting than my life. rough: -- Kennedy grins and eats. He uses a combination style, sometimes falling into a rhythym, sometimes going crazy. He moves his shoulders sometimes, and the way he does it--. I catch glimpses of his tongue. I want to tell you, I want to lean into your strawberry shoulder and tell you, I've determined, Kennedy is an excellent kisser. Actually, I sense that he's a great lover. But I can't articulate that now, to you, or to myself. The most I can manage is to understand that he's probably a really good kisser, the kind that moves like is sculpting your lips with his own. Not one of the ones to chomp at you while he honks your breast like a bike horn. Not that I know, but I've heard all about it, and I'm on the lookout. -- there. current -
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