hm

ah,,

This is me managing the fallout of being an outgoing flirt.

I ain’t naming names but there’s something peculiarly heterosexual about theatre kid energy.

“That’s just the taint” no, no, not quite that either

Cuttin through a paper thin marriage. Crashing through a polycule like hypersonic space debris through a satellite. Out before you have to deal with the repercussions that are largely external to you. Something evil (good) about it.

ヽ( ᐖ )ﾉ