Argh, more dreams about girls. I am going boi crazy. I was in a book store this time, rolling around on the worn wood floor and watching the movements of a well dressed androgyne. Hmm. That one has a pretty obvious origin though as there is a hotty dyke handbalancer who works in a bookstore that I oggle from the trapeze. (How humiliating would it be if she had an account here and read this?) Last night I was sitting on the bar, high above the floor, gathering my thoughts and I looked down and she was stretching her back, chest open, eyes closed, in a state of either bliss or pain (what's the difference?) right below me. It seems so inappropriate a place to be perving on someone. Lately, however, I cannot help myself.
Niam niam niam.
Niam niam niam.
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or store front space where I can hang a trapeze and teach all the people who can't or don't want to go to the school here. If it ever happens, I'd love to work with your insane schedule.