I would absolutely pay 15 bucks for that cake.

So many congestions to all involved.

I don’t know about that whole “normal or less important over time” thing. I’ve been kissing the same woman for nearly 40 years now. It’s still a thrill and I do it as often as she will stand still long enough.

It was so unbelievably steamy. She had pulled me onto the dance floor at the lesbian bar we were at, and she asked me to try to maintain eye contact with her without looking away until she broke the eye contact herself (I’m autistic and generally intimidated by beautiful women, so I guess she had noticed that I struggle to look her in the eyes for very long), and she held my gaze for what felt like forever before she pulled me in close to praise me for my eye contact and then she just fully started making out with me, so much so that she pulled me into a corner of the club to get out of everyone’s way 🫠

This is beautiful, thank you so much 😂

The taste of her cherry chapstick?

Vicarious joy. You forget it exists and you stew in this seething envy of other people’s happiness and then you remember your training. Where have you been all my life, friend? To be happy not in spite of other people’s happiness but because of it? What magic!

Until you forget again.