Because we never seem to do anything by half, the last few weeks have featured more concerts than we’ve been to in months. 563 more words
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I’m in love with Joey.
But on that stage, when Rick cups his hands underneath my diaphragm and lifts me over his head, I resist every urge in my body not to fold myself around his torso and give in to the primal sexual nature that rosin powder and ballet slippers have tried to chisel away for the last four years. 201 more words