Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The instant after pleasure.
Unlike Rufus Wainwright, at some point I do want someone to love me. In the meantime, however, those who I only keep on call to give me sex whenever I want it, please note: I also want you to leave almost immediately afterward so I can eat chips alone in my bed.
Labels:
alone - not lonely,
ATTN:,
etiquette,
food *after* sex,
pursuit of *ME*
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