Humidity always reminds me of sexual frustration. Especially that hot sticky Summer humidity when it’s too hot and sticky to think of anything else but sex, but also too oppressive to do anything about it if even if you had the opportunity. Something about the fitful, sweaty, tossing and turning. Or maybe just the stickiness … Continue reading Talking to strangers
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