I had a seriously hot dream last night* that was interrupted at the critical juncture by me asking if the dream-guy had a condom. Which he didn’t. Which kinda put the kibosh on that.

My freshman sex ed teacher would be so damn proud.

*And by this, I mean there was both sex and good birdwatching. A particularly showy and probably unreal species of kingfisher, to be precise.  “Ooh, baby, you’re so–hey, a lifer! Get the binoculars!” Yeah, my subconscious’s got my number…

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