I stood in an aisle amidst other aisles of jelly-filled phalluses, looking perplexed. So far, the scenery was doing nothing but freaking me out. Sex has to be more than all of this, I thought to myself. But for the sake of fulfilling my homework assignment, I gravitated to two boxes with contents made in Germany that were unintimidating and...cute.
"Can I help you with anything?" one darling employee asked.
"Yes, I'm looking for the letter O," I wanted to say, though I'm sure my presence in the store kinda said that already.
"Yes, actually. Do these work?" I asked, holding up my selections.
Her face lit up. "Well, I manage returns, and I never see these. I think that's a good indicator..."
I'll take a dozen.
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- Ali
- Fascinated by the movement of desire through Myth, literature, lyrics, religions, history, and shared experience -- and loving any good love story that arrests the heart and warrants a good sized cry towel -- I am a hopeless romantic at heart. But also a heady academic with a penchant for the feminine divine, who is rooted in a darling body wrought with emotions and feelings and perceptions of the vast and interpersonal relationships of the world, and effervescently intrigued by the dissolution of the fuzzy boundaries of self and other. More about me here: www.auspiciousprojects.com and twitterpated here: @manifestcookies
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