Wine Diva


That’s me. Bought for me by the lovely Harlot, I still have to find a place to hang this.

It makes me think of those shared weekends, in a depraved rampant mess all together. Lines blurred and heads hazy from wine and mead. Confidence boosted, fantasies made real and violent, noisy romps.

Bring on the weekend. Oh, it’s only Wednesday.

Darn it.

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