August 25, 2016 by blue milk
The sext needs defending. I believe this, as a mother, as they say for bonus authority in op-eds. I say it as someone practicing monogamy in the suburbs, with kids and bills and jobs and housework; as someone who will be talking later today to her partner about fixing the dishwasher, about whose turn it is to pay for the groceries.
If there is something in the domestic environment that, between you, makes your heart skip, your breath pull tight? Seize it.
From here.
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Excellent piece.
Thank you!
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