T: Tara.
\n(yes, he calls me by my first name; he’s done so for almost a year now. I’m not sure why, but it amuses me.)
\nMe: Yes?
\nT: I don’t know if when I grow up I’ll be able to love just one woman.
\nMe: Oh? You think you might love a man instead?
\nT looks at me like I’m absolutely crazy and have no idea what I’m talking about: Men aren’t any good! They only have seeds.
\nMe: Ah, and you’d need a woman who has eggs, so you can have babies?
\nT: Yeah.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
T: Tara. (yes, he calls me by my first name; he’s done so for almost a year now. I’m not sure why, but it amuses me.) Me: Yes? T: I don’t know if when I grow up I’ll be able … Continue reading