hauntingmewithsmiles

one day I will tell my daughter to touch herself before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart. that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows, the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older we get, the more we need the people who knew us when we were young. I will tell my daughter to give away the secrets that keep her up at night, and that there is never a wrong time to love someone, but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means morning and sometime