The Skinless Grape

Imagine, being so vulnerable as a skinless grape. That is the state of clown.

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I first joined the world of the internet long ago, in the times when cryptic AOL instant messenger profiles hinted at lyrcis meant for your middle school crush. I started a Xanga–a blog to document my days and ramblings and poetry. I customized my MySpace with moving sparkles and emo songs and a little destroyer spaceship. I got into fashion blogging in ‘08 via Blogspot and I’m sure I had a diary on medium at some point. I really threw down in Tumblr. Full on nude model career mode. To keep expressing myself in all my rawness and mess and (limited to SFW facets) I religiously posted on instagram for years…

and now, I’m just here.
Nowhere else.
If you are here with me, you probably prefer intimate relationships with your online connections over racking mass numbers. I dig you. Me too.

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