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HonkyTonk Saloon
I spent the night at the bar where we “met”, hearing everyone refer to another man as my boyfriend. It was okay until we were alone, without the noise and fuss drowning out thoughts of you.Cock Johnson, I miss you so much
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How We Met | Shindig Chronicles pt. II
I guess before I go any further, I should tell you how we met. And I guess before I tell you how we met, I should provide the proper context. The Reckoning I entered college with a boyfriend from high school, and we stayed together for three years. We were doomed from the start, but…
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Whatever That Was
Every once in a while I find myself missing Shindig.And every once in a while I laugh—remembering the cruelties I’d slip in so casually—still, wondering where his standoffishness stemmed from. I never had high expectations for this guy, considering we had met last October in his apartment at 12:30 a.m. on a random weeknight before…
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What A Girl Wants (from her blog)
I’ve spent a great deal of time deciding what I want out of this blog. I purchased the initial domain in January 2024, spent weeks tweaking the website layout and choosing which tabs to feature, did a little research on optimization… and then… moot! Fin. Done-ito. My blog was abandoned. Normally, I’d keep a more…
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Strangers in Comforting Bodies: On the Desire to Be Known
Last night I found myself somewhere I don’t belong- yet again. The laugh and smile were familiar, but the surroundings were not. Heck, he hardly was. I want to say that in those two hours we spent, we felt close and connected again, but I didn’t. I felt like I was talking to a friend…
