A good friend told me once that another loved one (can’t get too specific here, sorry) was “too prude for her own good”.
I fear I am becoming that. Or I fear I was becoming that. Maybe still am. I don’t know, but I don’t want to be that.
My biology wants me to be that.
What age is it when you turn into your mother?
Ok, so in the name of everything not prude, have a great night! I’ve got to go smoke some weed, watch some porn, and get drunk. 😉