southern.girl
Superstar
Lena gazes at her wife with the spirit of a thousand hoteps. Alana struggles, her mind goes back and forth, swaying like the wooden planks of slave ships in the Atlantic.
Alana: it’s over.
Lena squeals in agony like when Kunta got whipped into being Toby. They are now separated and it feels like a baby being torn from the fullest, melanated titty in mother Africa.
So you read LSA, huh...