Beautiful People, the Older Women Are Hawt Edition

It’s getting cold around here, especially at night. Soon, we are going to an even colder place – the place of my birth, where there is snow, and prowling skinheads, and a purring kitteh on the window, and rose-patterned bedsheets, and my mother and wonderful aunts and grandmothers. I’m in the mood for mulled wineContinue reading “Beautiful People, the Older Women Are Hawt Edition”