Archived somewhere on the web, I came across some pictures from before my blog was hastily deleted after being found by a crazy ex. There were only five or so pictures, and this was one of them:
Thundercock is one of my favorite people ever, and not just because he’s awesome in the sack. He’s got lots of little things that endear him to me. One of those things is the fact that he’s all tattooed and he’s also an artist, so after we had fucked, when we were laying in bed in the after-sex glow, he would draw tattoos on me.
It was this little thing that he did that made me feel so connected to him. He cared enough to put *his* art on *my* body. That meant something to me. And I still remember that feeling of being completely connected to someone, and it makes me nostalgic.
It’s nice to find a picture that makes you nostalgic about an amazingly powerful POSITIVE connection, instead of one that brings back nothing but awful memories of an awful relationship.