beneath my held tongue and primp. I let the world burn brash
through him, because when he resurrects, when he yanks loose my
apron ties and mutters Baby, you're the
greatest, it is still 1955, a time
.
of steam radiators and vows of stiff lyric, and he is everything a man
can be just then. I am wife. I am what
the fist craves. And I am the fist.
Johnson channels Katy Perry and kisses a girl. Lesbos.
JENNY JOHNSON
THERE ARE NEW WORLDS
To ride a horse is holy.
Like how Stephen refusing to ride side saddle
in The Well of Loneliness
.
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