I love hugs. They are my language. I can communicate more and understand more through touch than I ever can in words.
I thought I had found the ultimate person to be with because...
I love nature, and I'm alright looking at some bugs but once they touch me or I touch them, I'm done- can't stand em. And I go barefooted a lot and I'll step on anything; a pine...
All of the parasites really bother me. I love mud, but the worst parasites (helminths) live in there. I love being in the outside air, but the mosquitos are unrelenting. I only go...
He was like the first drag queen.
Something about Critters crunching under my soles turns me on. I once was waiting for a bus and this snail (was rainy) was snuggling up against my colossal rubber rain boots...
Love it out here.
But ant bites.
And flies searching my beard.
Those should go elsewhere.
Or just let me visit comfortably.
Do you love looking Gross.???
Like some Busy pig???
Fearful of overpriced vehicle messy.???
Most are smokers.
Some are gun owners...
Picking up glass.
Does shooting glass help.
Or feed the need to shoot.
Or encourage shooting things.
My Fake Mother (in relevance to my other stories) is draining me of all my money. She takes my Social Security money and pays her hitmen boyfriends to molest and mutilate me.