What's Missing in My Life
A husband willing to have sex with a mound of sand and allow me to photograph -- in the name of poetry.
posted by RL @ 8:27 PM
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Thursday, October 12, 2006
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3 Comments:
THAT is hilarious!
He's kinda cute...why waste it on the sand. lol
It did take a little convincing, but ultimately I persuaded him that it just wouldn't be as effective if I were the one thrusting away and making devil faces at passing children.
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