Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman's body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth.
To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.
I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.
I've always believed clear-eyed sobriety was for the harder hearted.
Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.
Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.