Art Writings


I remember the first time I touched an erect penis; it was so long and hot and hard. I was 16 and the penis belonged to my first husband-to-be. Even then I knew that the silky soft skin encased something that would bring me much pleasure and much pain. Even then I knew that there was something tenuous, fragile, and precarious about entering into a relationship with the owner of this magical thing. Two husbands later, I know this to be true but, at some level, it simply doesn’t matter.

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