schmoozing gets me a little turned on.  it’s like flirting.  when it’s good i get all bright-eyed and my feathers stand on end.  and when it’s bad i avert my eyes and search haphazardly for a gush of graceful charm.  but i never know how to make something more come of these delightful interactions…


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TheDoubleEqual is interested in Anais Nin, Smut and subtext, Queer literature, Intersections of oppression, Jewish communities, Memoir, Poetry, All art, Subways, and Violent spiritual awakenings. View all posts by thedoubleequal

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