Why I don’t let him see me naked
On why I don’t walk naked through my house. I don’t undress in front of him unless it’s placement, and why sight is a signal , and I don’t waste signal.
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Tours
On Brazilian waxing, nights until dawn, high-voltage batteries and milkshakes by the Loire.
A typical week of stable placement
On the embodied experience of ease and grace carried by his fullness and focus on me.
