Day Three Hundred Fifteen: Tall boys are my weak knees

So, there's this boy. Tall, yeah, very tall. Just the way I like 'em. 


I love to love them before it gets more than imagination and play. Goofing around, all innocent. More than that and I usually run. I have a hard time putting someone in the picture of my life as more than a ancillary role. I am not opposed to it, I just don't see it, or haven't with anyone I have met recently. 


All that said, I would like to change that. I guess its just a decision. A willingness to compromise and share. And to fuck like bunnies. 

Thursday, November 11: Tempera, pencil, sharpie on paper