As a lonely 53 year-old, post-menopausal woman I consider myself an expert on cats. I’ve spent my entire life trying to understand and love them.
They are literally the only things that make sense to me in this fucked up world. So when I saw this video my hip literally popped out of socket (again):
If I made love to a coyote in an alley last night and nobody heard…Does that mean it happened? Of course it did…And I have the bite marks to prove it
Just kidding…She was very gentle and VERY respectful with my body.
You see…Susan understands me like no one has ever before. She knows that just because I begin crying hysterically immediately after we make love, I am not sad. I just get very emotional and worried that there will be a separate heaven for humans and coyotes so we might not be together FOREVER.
Now some of you may be slightly confused, or perhaps even disgusted by this terrifyingly BEAUTIFUL union…Others may be too busy creaming their jeans over the very idea of it. For the curious, allow me to explain how it all began:
Dear Barbara Bush,
Listen, girl: I know you don’t really like blogs, but this one is important…Because it’s about you. Or rather it deals with the complex, tortured relationship I’ve developed with you…
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