Installment 1
During the long nights between crazy, drunken rebound sex and the steady nookie of a committed relationship, it is painfully obvious who one’s true friends are. And let me tell ya, when the proverbial chips are down, no one’s really there for ya quite like The Pearl Rabbit. (Okay … nights, days, mornings, evenings … it’s all the same to The Rabbit.)
Sure, The Rabbit’s got a creepy smiley face thing on his frenulum … and, well, he’s transluscent pink (who was the test market for this thing?!). But, you know, looks aren’t everything. What he lacks in aesthetics, he makes up for in … um, pretty much everything else.
Owing to a silly notion that sex with another person who gives you the weak-and-queasies is always a simple matter (and always hot), I neglected to learn the fine art of self love in my youth. It’s a goddamned cryin’ shame, too. I think The Rabbit and I could have made high school a real blast.
Ah, well. Here’s to making up for lost time.
CMG+TR 4EVA
