Did someone mention cookies? Ah I see, a wonderful spectrum of form, shape and desire here. How marvelous. Well whatever the label that society and history decides to give each and every one of us (if we bother to listen of course) we are all equal by the nature of desire. A pretty thing, be it the cut of an inside thigh, the arc of a waist, the bulge of powerful arms wrapped around you or the intoxicating smell of pure rampant gender, has to at least warrant the ubiquitous spine tingle. It cannot be helped or tamed or controlled neither should it be.
I would like if I may, to raise a toast. To those who lived before, those who had to hide or risk imprisonment, torture and sometimes death. More specifically to Oscar Wilde, though his cutting whit could not save him from violent convention. His sacrifice generated a root from which many a man and woman has since drawn inspiration.
Seriousness aside, do you have any white chocolate cookies?
