out of my shell

Half Your Bananas Please

There is much of the bonobo in me. Like any self-respecting, socialized primate, I cannot scratch a back without throwing in an unsolicited grooming session. Techniques have evolved to accommodate the pitiful absence of fleas and parasites: any change in surface texture results in a focused, nails in exfoliation or extraction. Recipient responses vary, from… Continue reading Half Your Bananas Please