I used to like dressing up. Dressing up as in bow and neck ties, suits, shiny shoes…the whole shabang. My mother used to say, “MYBABYLOOKS GOODALLDRESSED UP”. And now, now I can’t stand to wear clothes. If I didn’t have to consider other people’s comforts I’d be bare at every apartment I was at. When I get home, before taking off my shoes I first drop my bag and then slap off anything that zips, pulls, ties, buttons, stretches and covers. Being like this makes me feel honest.
Moon lickers.
Chicago, IL
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Oh, this is wonderful. Pictures and story.
The picture of the moon and the story about undressing sounds a tiny bit like you might be a werewolf.
So basically, I am a liar if I am clothed at the moment.
roar.