Lilac Wine

I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see...
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more than I ought to drink


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Yet contrary to what most people would think, my writing about sex online doesn’t embarrass or offend my family. I come from a family of loud-mouthed, ill-mannered, high-strung oversharers; we’re like the cast of My Big Fat Greek Wedding, except we’re not Greek and we use the word “cunt” a lot more. If anything, my foul-mouthed sluttiness — or at least, my ability to write semi-coherently about it — is evidence that I’m carrying on an illustrious tradition of public inappropriateness. I don’t have a problem with my parents reading about my personal life because I’ve been telling them way more than they needed to know for years; and even if I didn’t, I know they would find out anyway.

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