When you have a disease that is incurable and progressive, death is a reality for you in ways that most people cannot understand.
I’m sorry to be blunt but I have had enough of this nonsense.
Boning seems like the word you use when you’re talking about sex that doesn’t involve you. Like, “You guys are totally gonna bone,” or “I caught Jonah and Michelle boning (in the kitchen, with the candlestick).”
You might be shaking your head right now and saying, “Grace, there is no right and wrong when it comes to slobbing knobs!”
Spare us the proud parent act and actually accomplish something worth bragging about.
Vaginas can be freaky. And mysterious. They play by their own rules. How are you even supposed to know what’s going on down there?