The other week, I dreamt that I was in a small, dingy lecture hall auditorium, with folding seats and worn gray carpeting.
There was a small group of people chit-chatting in the back, and I was kneeling on a stair talking to this (white) woman in her mid-30s who I knew that I knew and who was sitting on the edge of the row, and out of nowhere she started talking about her sexlife and blood play, and suddenly I pictured her smearing blood all over her face as part of foreplay, and I wondered why she was choosing to talk about it in front of the group.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
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