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[her_pocketbook]

how melancholy sex is for a woman. even when it is pleasurable, there is always that violet haze of gloom hovering somewhere above you, drifting near that corner of the ceiling where you've fixed your gaze at certain intervals. if a man ever took the time to kiss the nooks of my elbows, i suppose i might feel differently, but even then i have my

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[triesticity]

which is what i'm told the girls all do during their commute to avoid the toesores of walking all that way in heels.

apparently i live in some parallel new york universe. (which is, of course, part of what i love about the city, how many parallel new york universes there are). i feel like people at my office either don't wear heels at all or wear heels, pain be damned; i don't even feel like i see that many people who wear comfortable shoes and carry heels. but maybe it's different up in midtown ;)

[her_pocketbook]

well, the women in my family all have very wide feet and i think i got the widest of them all! so i am very prone to blisters no matter what shoes i'm wearing, unless they're converse, which my boss will not approve of! i have constellations of scars all over my poor pale feet from decades of shoe-pinches.

however, i'd like to find this particular parallel universe of yours. it sounds very relaxed!