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Tuesday, January 04, 2005
My dear gay men:
Rest assured. I'm not after your (closely shorn) balls. As much as I tease and I wink and I suggest, I'm not into that. (anymore) So, don't get all jumpy. I want a man who wants my body. (but not for himself) And, really, if you were that paranoid, maybe you ought not to profess your love to me and crave my uterus, hmmm?
On a highly perpendicular topic, isn't it weird that I start wearing red clothing when I'm nearing that magical time of the friendly visit? Maybe it's just wishful thinking this time, since my fingers are crossed yet again.
Hell, my buddy crosses HER fingers every month, and she doesn't have need to lately. It's a woman thang.
1:45 PM
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