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we met up by the butt fountain at the station. he was. . . so tall. so very very tall.
we rode the street car. little did i know i would be riding him ok ew ew ew but where is the lie, natalie? where is the lie you fucking tart
I don't know if I have it in me to actually write anything editorial about this. I'm just gonna meme-style jot note it out and hope that counts as speaking my truth to cleanse my conscience.
just hot mess things
holding hands on a park bench like 200m from the sasaki sadako memorial statue
making out on a park bench in the grove
grinding on what i initially thought was his boner but it turned out it was a joule
walking around hondori
making out on a rooftop terrace but taking breaks to spin the pokestop
finding a store that was literally selling CBD oil (big illegal)
he bought me steak for dindin
being asked for directions from an American student of Hiroshima University, one of the Hiroshima Nicks
Telling Student Nick we were an antidrug task force and idk I think he might have believed us because he went with it
Heading back to the park, grinding in his lap under the cover of darkness in the veranda
Getting vertical on the ground. Again, this is the peace park. Sadako-san, I'm so sorry
Being seen, photographed, and having to flee before the police come or something
my omiyage from this experience were three-fold:
ticket stub so i will never forget the anniversary of my shame
fingerprint shaped bruises on my tiddies
lots of dirt and leaves i found in my jort pockets the next day
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