iamtiredofmoney
I drowned in materials, textures, and surfaces. I floated in MaVa splendor, soaking up everything that glittered, beamed, and gleamed. I would be half-awake, with cup of coffee in my hand, and the sewing machine would already be busy whirring out new forms.
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If I dressed like a boring gay, traded my heels for runners, and stopped being so flamboyant, I could snap up a boyfriend like *that*. But it’s just not worth it. I’d rather be fabulous and alone.
