The only photographer I've ever been with was in high school. We weren't intimate. We didn't read our bodies like poetry. Never touched each other with a deliberate hand. I never asked her if the reason she like being behind a camera was owed to the fact that she wasn't in front of it. I wonder if I could recall what it felt like to kiss her, and how I rejected open mouth kissing because I felt I was bad at it. I also felt that I didn't love her. We never really love our first loves, do we?
11 March 2009
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Perhaps you would appreciate my wallpaper art on Ping Desktop / Laptop Wallpapers:
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Heavily Babe oriented, I guess it's mostly for men.
Gender neutral, and certainly no less important to me is my poetry on Single Swingle:
http://singleswingle.blogspot.com/
Miscellaneous personal philosophy on Window Mirror:
http://winmir.blogspot.com/
- Peter Ingestad, Sweden