Tag: sex

• the fucking audacity of: this man. He wants to be my man, but wants other women, but doesn’t want me to have another man.

  Read that again, twice. Do you have the same migraine I do? There’s something in the Portland air—and I don’t mean the rain or the smell of weed or body odor. I mean the audacity. So here’s the tea: I’ve was lowkey seeing this man. He’s cute. He’s charming. He says all the right things.…

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