Mentally, I designed my grave—nothing tacky, just a mausoleum with a small crypt and a ten-foot bust of my face. Here lies the introverted pervert who had two husbands.
Chuckling madly, blood sputtering from my lips, I dug tingling fingers into the lawn and heaved.
Standing was an act of God, and I bellowed as I staggered up to my feet.
— Nov 09, 2025 12:43AM
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