Where to begin? I’m a tall guy littered with these red spots that may or may not be psoriatic or some other form of dermal inflammation caused by what I don’t know. 9:00am, probably the first person they saw as they opened and I’m met by skincare graces, and in my sullen, suffering yet smiling state given the utmost of care and compassion. I felt so bad for them seeing me in my state, no one wants to start their day seeing a grown man in his panties looking like he was bit by a strawberry Dalmatian that’s contagious. Their compassion was immensely comforting and reassuring. I’m not the type to ask for help with anything, as I’m usually the doer, the caretaker, the helper. I left pretty overwhelmed with gratitude and of course stupid guilt, but the guilt is my stupid thing. These people are absolute godsends, the reason why some of my favorite painters were ever inspired to paint and celebrate women in particular. Thanks a million for being there for me. May you inherit the earth. With love and gratitude, Sam
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Samuel J K. | Aug 19, 2023