This mess started out as a guide to bagging an adequate male for yerself once ye'r past it. However, it's evolved rapidly into a collective, collaborative space for ideas to grow, recommendations to be made, stories to be told and fun to be had.
Monday, 12 December 2011
These are the tear drops of silver golden guilt; sweet cries, tender weeps and breaths. These, alone, are the force and the flame that burns my eternal lover's flesh.
