Sublime

I discovered, in the arms of others, that I was not an ugly, shy loner of a girl. I could be beautiful, witty, brilliant, flirtatious, coy, sensual, myself. I discovered power, and the power of surrender. I drew new outlines of my moral life: respect, communication, honesty, but not chastity. And of my body: mine.

She was Melissa’s oldest, boldest friend. They had gone to the same primary school. Hazel worked in advertising. She had a wide and glamorous smile behind which was an oft-foul tongue, and long, bouncing, half-French, half-Ghanaian curls falling down her back, the most beautiful, the most envied of their schoolgirl pack, the one the boys always

I’m also quite fond of the word “slut.” It’s a big-time pejorative for most people, but not me. I use the word to designate anyone, male or female, who loves sex and brings a healthily sex-positive attitude to his or her erotic activities.

self-loathing.

The wild and crazy stripper is not sober. She’s a shot-taking, line-ripping, mentally unstable firecracker, and the best fuck of your life.

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