Dangerous Compassions

merry Christmas

“I woke up this morning, and it felt like Christmas,” I told Ming.  We were lying in bed, cuddling.  He fell asleep and woke up over and over.  “It was that crisp, quiet, winter feeling.  Do you know what I mean?” “Yeah,” Ming said.  “Merry Christmas.” “Not like presents, Santa, or special foods, or babies–more… Read More »