Jul 3
Sweet summer children I can't tell you when but if you do real things with people in love with life as hard and dear as you, you will end up in a pile one day.
A pile of them together holding hands, heads on laps, in arms, braiding hair, and cuddled up.
I hope you do. It was a very good feeling that sustains me in my aloness and asexualness.
To love so much more than friends or have to move through the ritual stations of sex, no, it was to love more than I ever thought possible.
It was to love a TIME/PLACE & preserve it. Forevermore in my memory
Love pile. It's real.
