.
Oh, I don't mind. I get the scent of... cinnamon buns, home made
caramels, fried chicken, and lipstick. Oh, and a hint of a parfum or
three... well, and the scent of the purists, and... really purist
purists. Still, it's... around. Hateful? And curious.
Feminine. Nosy. Looking under rocks, even those.
Women. Ladies? Grins.
Oh, the videos. Wonderful, or not. Hundreds have clamored for eye
space, time. Some were dumped, some were allowed, only few are showing
up. Not... all are being showed because they are preferred.
Just... they were... a part of it. So few will be showed. Though,
I did drop all the patriarchy ones. Pretty much.
Why? Well, because you are welcome for the patriarchy. As rotten
apples as that can be, the options are islam and the theory of the Island of
Lesbos. I've... not exactly seen women clamoring for either, if one of
those seems to satisfy women more than the other, not as the handmaids tale
would have it, either.
Oh, you! Oh, me indeed. You must know, by now, that I do
know? Or you wouldn't be here. Hmm, yes. Some such.
Just a few. Maybe more later, if the flood continues.
One, or three, or more of those types? Yes, you have to have a audience.
A darkness some share. I know. Of sorts.
Some mixed notions, from here and elsewhere.
Even mother and sister sorts. Or... so I have heard.
Well, and of course, a past love.
We were almost infamous in our affairs?
A thought?
Though, if so, how deep the wound.
Many, many, more. I've been like a kid at Christmas. Enjoying even those I won't share. For my own particular... reasons.
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