I suppose that it has something to do with the fact that I'm, strategically, deep in the throes of planning a room that I'll share with a fellow. And not, at the risk of waxing contradictory, in the way that sharing a room with a fellow typically goes down. I'll be here when he's there. When I'm there, he'll be - we'll be - two ships passing in the night. Platonic ships. All that being said...
I would still like to please him in the way that a woman likes to please a man when he walks into his bedroom, which is her bedroom - when he's not there. So my big, silly, creative, eager-to-please noggin has been filled with thoughts of navy satin, heirloom maps, dark crocodile, pale blue seersucker, animal carcasses, and old books. Until all that I was consumed with was, entirely and in a way that reeks of unadulterated passion, getting NAUT-Y.
And well, there's a revolutionary costume for that!
And if by some chance that doesn't wrap it all up for you with a rusty nail and a bow-legged sailor... well then Little Edie and I have two words for you:
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