I love it when she strokes my hair,
I love it when she touches me there.
There’s nothing else I can do,
baby, to show how much I love you.
Everything, darling, that you do,
just makes me wanna say “I do”.
Every woman I have ever loved has left her print upon me, where I loved some invaluable piece of myself apart from me–so different that I had to stretch and grow in order to recognize her. And in that growing, we came to separation, that place where work begins.
— Audre Lorde
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