Creating passionate adore emails feels like a primitive practise in a day and age in which we identify “you right up?”

Creating passionate adore emails feels like a primitive practise in a day and age in which we identify “you right up?”

book as “romance.” But there clearly was once a period in our not so distance past where eloquent prose professing a consuming passion (and compiled by hand!) was actually the norm. And not simply the products of painful and sensitive, heterosexual artist types possibly. Continue reading “Creating passionate adore emails feels like a primitive practise in a day and age in which we identify “you right up?””