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June 11, 2004
Humid nights bring to mind full breasted woman, round pear shaped woman and their pleasures and their wounds, their suffering at having been born large, or grown large, unlike woman the size of daughters, or woman like boy with no curves, flat chested, hipless, beguiling with their wit, sharp and angular like they. The kind of man to love large woman is a pained creature, insecure at best and wanting too much of what the world has to offer, taking and not giving not even to his woman, believing she has too much already. Such men are thin and bald.