So in my ongoing discovery that cancer has removed any remaining shreds of restraint I have in what comes out of my mouth, I totally snarked at my (shall remain nameless) friend this weekend. She came up and stroked my half sleeve and said I worry about how youll feel about this when youre 90. I said, I worry about people who think just because someone has a tattoo its ok to touch their body. Related/unrelated tangent, I cant count how many times when I was married (but never since getting divorced) people would see me rubbing my just-ate-half-a-pizza-sort-of-grossed-out-sort-of-proud stomach and get all dewey eyed and come rub my food baby stomach in misplaced anticipation. Its my body. Im going to do things you like and dont like to it. Shut up. Its not your body. Do whatever the hell you want to do with yours. This ones mine. Go away.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 04:26:02 +0000
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