My latest crush arrived in the mail, or rather, his picture appeared on an envelope that I received at work, and he's just about perfect. Strong, dazzling white smile, bulging biceps, and handy around the house. I don't even know his first name. I just know him as the Anchor Ventana man. And yeah, I know it's creepy as hell to have a crush on a drawing, but I just can't help myself. See if you agree...
It feels like early on in our lives, every one of us is convinced to cast aside a piece of ourselves. Whether that something is as big as a sexual preference or as seemingly insignificant as a favorite color. Here's my journey to taking those pieces back.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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