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long story short, I survived
I know why I picked him.
He was there and I was working through some shit.
If I needed a spot to crash for two weeks between apartments, he was there.
I never had to explain myself and the whole quandary of my life at the time felt very private.
It was important to me not to be pitied. Or exploited.
I’m financially all set now, but if you want to make me a - little - bit horny, here are a few things that might do the trick: Throne
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
From the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts
And recycling it for more than it’s worth
But trust me on the sunscreen
(the rest is paywalled because erotic labour is not free)
