charloft Thursday: Tonight, tell us about the first time.

[winchesterjerk]

No, you don't want to know about the first time. I don't want to remember the first time, or tell about it - for all Grace might say it's better to just say it, some things aren't. Nobody needs to be drenched with that kind of despair and self-loathing and hopelessness, and fucking honestly? I don't need to wallow in it, either.

So, sorry. That first cut the welling of blood and the parting of hell-healed flesh and the scream of pain is not an open topic of discussion. Sorry, Clarice. Ask me about other crap, might have better luck.