The title says it all. Don’t get all bent out of shape if I am not responding to your texts, I lost my phone. I also lost your number, as it was in my phone. Email me if you are trying to reach me. I’ll have a new phone Tuesday (I hope).
Got Drunk, Lost Phone
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The Widow Centauri is a professional dominatrix, sex educator, author, and funny person. She currently resides in New Orleans and travels extensively. She has a masters degree in sociology. Having written her thesis on gender neutral language Widow's research focuses on sociolinguistics and LGBT...QIKAP&GQ issues. Her undergraduate degree is in Creative Writing. She is Second City trained in both comedy writing and improvisational performance. View all posts by widowcentauri
In the park on my way to work I used too see this woman running in the morning. She was one of the few runners that ran on really shitty days. Every day I saw her I felt glad particularly if the weather was bad and I wasn’t yet in a good mood. We had this relationship of which she was never aware that touched my life in a way.
I tripped over your blog looking for “fine art photography golden showers”. Just like the runner I feel I have a relationship with you. I am not watching you run but I am witnessing you trying to make sense of the world. On the days that I didn’t see the runner I didn’t know if it was because our times were not synchronized or if she didn’t feel like running. Following your blog I find myself glad when you are moving forward and are setting the pace. Unlike my runner I know why and what is happening on the days that you don’t “run”.