Doll

Had a brief convo with a fellow Twitterer about the above photo. She didn’t like its “pornesque” quality, which I can certainly understand. It is obviously highly stylized. But what struck me about the picture, what caught my imagination, is the doll-like quality of the image.  To me, the humanness…

Cripple

Sometimes I believe I am an emotional cripple. I can’t function when he’s not here; or at least not well. I pine for him.  Like seriously, old-timey-style pining, where I feel like the ache inside of me is so huge I can’t swallow around it, can’t catch my breath, want…