I first fell in love with Elizabeth Dent in Woodstock Ontario, in Grade 3 beautiful, humble - hot total smoke-show elegant, timeless, even at 8 years old I kissed her 3 times under her winter hood out in the woods behind Springbank School (her idea) in March '65 - it was surreal shortly after I turned 9 I found a stack of Dad's playboy mags stashed under his tool bench in the basement in a box Mom was snoozing that afternoon and he was away - traveling salesman/absent father on the road a lot I knew nothing and was curious flipping through the pages - naked girls/wow pulling out the centre-fold and almost fainting feeling aroused at 9 even not a clue and just as well blondes always my preference ever since televised beauty pageants make-up, high heels - lubricated tanned skin that provocative smile tailored to tease boner ... I mean bonus our preoccupation with beauty is distracting my own attractions (still) ... conditionally condoned how it's supposed to look how it ends up looking Elizabeth was my number one still is
I think it's an enormous blessing to be the child of an immigrant who fled oppression because you realize how fragile liberty is and how easily it can be taken away ted cruz
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an estimated 1.2 million migrant children are bought and sold into sexual slavery each year most are in South Asia and most were born in surrounding countries they migrated young many traveling by air or water for days/weeks to get where they are now somewhere better a jim lamarche remix
