I went down to the Root Cellar. I bought three snack-sized packages of dulse (I like it; iodiney), along with a loofah and a brush for dry-air scrubbing.
Eh. I've no illusions about a lost heterosexuality of mine left to lose, if I'd any at all.
Eh. I've no illusions about a lost heterosexuality of mine left to lose, if I'd any at all.