“Wallace and Grommet” she laughed with her hair, auburn in the sun. I can see why people get us confused. (Maybe he was just confused.) And I can see why this would happen: beautiful breasts beneath sloping shoulders knife-sharp waist cut hips carve into your flesh (his hands) which mould and mold and bruise -like God’s hands. Hands that gripped my unshaped masculine muscular waist from behind while ramming my elbows into the headboard. I have nothing to say to you.
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so fcking awesome ♥︎
It’s a “grow up and grow a pair” kind of morning …
https://substack.com/@digitalcanary/note/c-111709473
I am grateful to be a witness to you baring yourself, and the trauma you’ve experienced, Amelia 🙏
As well as to be a witness to your art, of course: it’s not *all* laden with trauma ❤️🩹