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Boob Day: Outtake
This photo was never meant to be a feature. Imperfect, forgettable, lacklustre.
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Mutual
She sighed and sank back into the pillows of her bed, smiling as he crawled towards her stopping to kneel between her feet. “Have you really never? Never?” his smile was cheeky and filled with disbelief. “Never. Not once.” she shrugged and watched his bemused face. “Wow. Well, do you want to?” “Maybe … You first.” Her eyes stayed on his as his cheeks flushed.
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Siren
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown. WB Yeats
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Boobday: it feels like Friday
It’s been quite a week: libido in overdrive but creativity in major drought. In both senses I’ve felt a bit scrambled.
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Boob Day: Unrestrained
I discovered a new hashtag on Instagram yesterday …
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Boob Day: Distract Me
It’s been a gray couple days. Not feeling myself, not wanting to connect, trying to understand what this funk is. Maybe I just need distracting?
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Boob Day: Mission Accomplished
Late for dinner plans, couldn’t keep my hands off myself. Just a quick lift of my dress, a photo, a text … and then his stream of heart-eye emojis. I win.
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Boob Day: Hi, I’m the New Girl
New city, that means updating online profiles like FetLife and flipping through bios of studly young bucks, going eenie-meanie-miney-mo, tolerating loads of disappointing messages (womp womp) and making a few rare connections only to have all but the best fall through.
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Boob Day: Venus with the Red Nails
That one red pinky finger nail, like a cherry jellybean.
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Boob Day: Insomniac
I’m traveling today, which always makes me just a bit keyed up. Tired but not sure how well I’ll sleep.
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Boob Day: Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself
I was 27 the first time my father told me I looked beautiful.
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Boob Day: Distracted
Things have been busy around here. Lots of writing, new connections, upcoming collaborations. It can be hard to stay focused. This BoobDay picture really begs the question …