the life and musings of a kinky slut
~ a poem ~ When I was seven I had a pink notebook, even though I hated the color pink, and still hate the color pink, but I remember the Pepto Bismol pages as if I still held them in my hands. When I was seven I had a pink notebook, and in it I […]
~ a story, in many parts ~ To feel the pull of destiny is to stop dead in your tracks, to have the world melt away into instinct and need. To understand our love, and our lives, is to know magic beyond even our comprehension. ~ It was a warm May day when Edwin and […]