Glorious Imperfection: and he flows through me —

***Warning: 

Adult Innuendo

His breath, like a whisper in my ear, speaks multitudes.  His story spills as from a fresh wound and puddles on the floor before us.  I dip my toes in to test the waters.  A beautifully uncomfortable sensation overtakes me, and, for a moment, my breath catches in my throat. ..

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Speeding through a School Zone: or, how I get away with everything —

To a fault, I am honest.  In my day to day interactions, making acquaintances, being normal, this does me a disservice.  Not to say that I am rude, but I do have a hard time letting my lips be friends.

Well, my friends, there is one situation where this aspect of my character actually behooves me:

when pulled over

by the police —

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I am Everything and Nothing: or, how I know I’m a writer —

Today I woke up and wanted to be a lawyer.  Okay, so, no, I don’t really want to be a lawyer.  It’s something I’ve considered all my life, something I’ve been told I’d be good at for as long as I can remember – it probably has something to do with my penchant to argue things into the ground.  My earliest recollection is from lower-school defending a classmate’s liberty to wear a school-monikered sweatshirt during gym class when the PE teacher was trying to force her to take it back.  The teacher got snarky with me, and I will always remember her words:

Take it up with me 
when you’re in Georgetown law —

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Wait, wasn’t I mad at you? or Women v Men: Sorry, not sorry!

As you lay there in bed and address me gruffly one last time before turning your back towards me, I wondered, again, what it was that I had done?  What had I done wrong?  Did I disrespect you?  Did I ignore you?  Did I offend you?  Did I break your heart?

I think to tap you on the shoulder and question you about it.  I think to tap you on the shoulder and

tell you
I’m sorry,”

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