I am flirty and irreverent. Deadpan and oblique.
Whenever I see that “ever since I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be on the computer a lot” meme, I’m like, lol, yes, I truly did.
At a basic level . . . houses are like corsets for the characters to break out of; they are stuck exploring and returning and opening doors over and over until something within them or within the world is sorted out and overcome.
Kissing, sucking, chewing, salivating, feasting, fasting. What does the mouth do when we’re thinking, reading poetry, watching or approaching a lover or an enemy, a horror movie or a romcom? I’m curious.