All I know is that Redacted would not. stop. yapping about it.
Tag Archives: Handstands
It’s those bleary early morning and late night conversations that are rewarding and memorable. When the eyelashes are off and the hair is in a ponytail is when I get to see the complex individual behind the carefully crafted public persona.
Guest starring in someone’s kitchen is like being an Unicorn. I get to play with new tools and sample new dishes without having to deal with the marital disaster I leave in my wake. Not that I would know.
Hackers have not taken over my account. This is me blogging at 3AM which is almost as good as me drunk posting.
I get creepily post-coital after a stretching session which feels even weirder when I hand him some money but what am I supposed to do?
