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April 11, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

As he recounted our previous experiences with a very clear memory, he suddenly lost it. “I don’t think I’ve ever pleasured you before. I want to please you…” Half of our time spent together has been devoted to him pleasing me. Maybe it was the drugs. “You have. Numerous times. You’re more than welcome to refresh your memory.” He’s had a lot of practice and every time he’s down there it shows. Whether he’s only moving his fingers to make […]

Categories: secrets • Tags: language, memory loss, sex, vulgarity

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April 11, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

“You’re brilliant. I wonder why you even want me.” *** I tell myself similar things often. I’m surrounded by real people with definitive personalities who stand for things, who are smart, passionate, and creative, and I wonder why they even give me the time of day sometimes. All I talk about is love, hair, not doing drugs, and lingerie. Don’t I get boring? But as often as I think I’m not worth the time, I’d never share that with anyone. But he […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: camping, honesty, sex, vulnerability

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April 10, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Your question. I have a small journal, half filled by him, and I am to fill the other half. That’s how it went. He is a relentless creative. He’s the closest I’ve come to experiencing otherworldliness; I feel blessed to know him. He’s in a deep, dark, transitional place in life where he’s not the most enthusiastic about being social, and once learning that I felt even more blessed. There’s no one in my life who I am able to hold and just […]

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3D Thursday: Dentist

April 10, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

There was this hallucination going around in the morning. A contagious one that I was the first to catch. It made me think I was at the dentist. Latex fingers stretched my mouth open and my mouth proved that it could even be more gigantic. I was under the utmost control as the hygienist plotted her next scrape. It was difficult for me to see anything. I couldn’t open my eyes nearly as wide as my mouth…and I tried…HARD. For a second I succeeded […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: dental hygienist, dentist, Dream

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3D Thursday: Dance

April 10, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Robert’s birthday is coming up and I’m going to work a few of his favorite things into a video. The favorite things: I Put a Spell on You (Screamin’ Jay Hawkins style), Audrey Horne’s wardrobe from Twin Peaks, and me dancing. There’s been a lot of things playing on youtube on repeat as I pull together the vision. The wardrobe has been purchased on etsy and ebay, the dance moves are starting to be practiced (thinking solo blues), and while I groove […]

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3D Thursday: Dudich

April 10, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

He texted if it was a good time to call. It was so I walked to the car for privacy and called. I don’t know how many years it’s been since I’ve heard his voice. It sounded the same. I used to hear his e-mail voice regularly and that eventually turned into his text voice. They’re all the same. We talked about life. We never talk about that kind of stuff. Our text exchanges only ever involve the moon, dreams, and […]

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the science of the eulogy

April 9, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: Aaron Freeman, eulogy, physics

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