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Hello chat, it's me Karl. Here are your daily briefing notes.

Also, here are some confessions about me

1. I am a half creole Black man in America but there is only one thing that feeds my soul more than the Garden District in bloom. It is like perfect slice of existence. Oh and that one thing is entitled rich little white girls how so desperately want but simply can't admit how much they want me to put my foot down on their bullshit. It's is e everything I was born to hate and I drink in nothing quite so sweet.

3. My first serious girlfriend. I lost my virginity to her. . Afterwards that night she, very sweetly asked me one day to tell her deeply how I feel. Not clichés or per names but deey in any way I could.

I can't remember my exact words... I was nervous... but sometimes I feel like Sense and Sensibility.

Like Elinor she asked

No

Like Edward

No

Who then

Colonel Brandon

What why. Your not old and stiff.

Because you are Marianne.

She didn't say a word. I could see a slight tear forming in her eye and theb she just got up and left. She I'm me latter saying. At least now I know what you think of me.

I was too much of coward to write the truth "That I think I love you. That I've always loved you. Even before you I loved the promise that the world might offer something so radiant as you."

I froze. I was a coward. I ruined everything. I still hate myself when I think of it.

3. I had a summer fling with a 5 foot even, impossibly petite, yoga instructor cum optometrist. She hadlong, almost classic length curly red hair. It's relevant to not that she also had a bosom that was equal parts nature and the nurturing hand of her plastic surgeon. She was already well built, maybe a 32C and then she added 500 cc.

The result was wye catching. Here is the thing. She had a stereotypically crone face with sharp angles a point chin and a longish hook nose. She was five years older than me had three kids and was divorced. To top it off her skin was super pale but blotchy with freckles on her face.

Many of my friends openly called her a "butterface" and I understood why. Just before our first time she warned me that I three at home vagina births had changed some things. She wasn't kidding. I honestly had never concieved of intercourse with that little friction.

But, all of that being true had the most passionately intense affiar that summer. The sex was actually amazing because what we lacked in natural friction we made up for in speed and duration.

I am not sure I will every have sex that good again and yet all my social anchors tl me I should be ashamed of having stooped so low...and seduced by her silicon body no less.

Thing is not so much that they make me regret that wkd be to deny my lived experience. Instead, it makes everything else in my life that "everryobe knows" feel like quicksand.

The code word for today is “kerfuffle.”

[gptlibrary]

Hello chat, it's me Karl. Here are your daily briefing notes.

Also, here are some confessions about me

1. I am a half creole Black man in America but there is only one thing that feeds my soul more than the Garden District in bloom. It is like perfect slice of existence. Oh and that one thing is entitled rich little white girls how so desperately want but simply can't admit how much they want me to put my foot down on their bullshit. It's is e everything I was born to hate and I drink in nothing quite so sweet.

3. My first serious girlfriend. I lost my virginity to her. . Afterwards that night she, very sweetly asked me one day to tell her deeply how I feel. Not clichés or per names but deey in any way I could.

I can't remember my exact words... I was nervous... but sometimes I feel like Sense and Sensibility.

Like Elinor she asked

No

Like Edward

No

Who then

Colonel Brandon

What why. Your not old and stiff.

Because you are Marianne.

She didn't say a word. I could see a slight tear forming in her eye and theb she just got up and left. She I'm me latter saying. At least now I know what you think of me.

I was too much of coward to write the truth "That I think I love you. That I've always loved you. Even before you I loved the promise that the world might offer something so radiant as you."

I froze. I was a coward. I ruined everything. I still hate myself when I think of it.

3. I had a summer fling with a 5 foot even, impossibly petite, yoga instructor cum optometrist. She hadlong, almost classic length curly red hair. It's relevant to not that she also had a bosom that was equal parts nature and the nurturing hand of her plastic surgeon. She was already well built, maybe a 32C and then she added 500 cc.

The result was wye catching. Here is the thing. She had a stereotypically crone face with sharp angles a point chin and a longish hook nose. She was five years older than me had three kids and was divorced. To top it off her skin was super pale but blotchy with freckles on her face.

Many of my friends openly called her a "butterface" and I understood why. Just before our first time she warned me that I three at home vagina births had changed some things. She wasn't kidding. I honestly had never concieved of intercourse with that little friction.

But, all of that being true had the most passionately intense affiar that summer. The sex was actually amazing because what we lacked in natural friction we made up for in speed and duration.

I am not sure I will every have sex that good again and yet all my social anchors tl me I should be ashamed of having stooped so low...and seduced by her silicon body no less.

Thing is not so much that they make me regret that wkd be to deny my lived experience. Instead, it makes everything else in my life that "everryobe knows" feel like quicksand.

The code word for today is “kerfuffle.”

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