Ever since I was around the height a Great Dane in a set of “pleasure pumps” (as my wholesome friend, Debbie, would call them. This was part of her effort to avoid saying anything that may taint the ears of your average loud and chatty 7-year-old boy and ergo all those in a ¼ mile radius. After all, explaining that “pleasure pumps” are shoes that make certain people happy goes over much smoother than awkwardly discussing the phrase “stripper heels.”), I have always had a passion for writing. Problem is, I’ve scarcely been close to anyone else who does.
So this is why I’ve come here. I hope to meet and talk with some wonderful people with a similar love for writing and all the ooey-gooey stuff that goes with that.
So hello, salutations, hola, bonjour—whatever greeting meets your fancy.
Oh, and you can call me Alysha.
So this is why I’ve come here. I hope to meet and talk with some wonderful people with a similar love for writing and all the ooey-gooey stuff that goes with that.
So hello, salutations, hola, bonjour—whatever greeting meets your fancy. Oh, and you can call me Alysha.
