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I’ve always been the other girl. The side chick. The night time visit and and weekend escape. The island you wanted to visit, but never wanted to live because it was exotic, but not quite home. Most times I was a side chick involuntarily, being that the secret was kept from me as much as […]
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He was Black Man Magic. Glittering in the most masculine way possible, it seemed that when he inserted himself we would secrete sunshine and sparkles. I was convinced it was a pixie that was giving me back to back orgasms. Half pixie, half scientist at least. I’d holler tears compounded with carbon-man-don’t-leave-me and sodium-nigga-I-wish-you-would, as […]
