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Oct 22, 2006 13:48

I haven't invited a man into my bedroom for about 4 years.

But this doesn't feel peculiar or discomforting. This feels completely natural.

Last night I painted him in my studio and took a brief intermission to slice open his eyebrow with the bottom of a spray paint can. Perhaps sex and Dane Cook and whiskey and chocolate/caramel/walnut blondies made up for it in the end, since I'm still standing...

But I think it should be expected that any man who plans to spend a significant amount of time with me is going to be in a brawl at some point or another.

Cheers to messy painting and love and amazing sex and blood and buses and whisky in sippy cups and polaroid cameras and good conversation.
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