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As a late birthday present, my twin sister, Alicia, convinced me she needed help with a business meeting for her side hustle (while she wore a body-con dress, no less).
One car ride to the art district and a few minutes of my sister pretending to be lost later, and we ended up at a drag show brunch.
The moment after I had a flailing meltdown from excitement, and the hostess led us to our table, the staring started.
I want to point out my (fraternal) twin sister is a stunning woman. For reference, here’s a photo (and before anyone asks if I got consent, she chose the damned picture.) …
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My twin sister, Alicia, and I had an interesting conversation the other morning.
As I sat outside on the back porch of her house (I live here. She won’t let me leave), dazed from sleep, having some weed and a nice think, she’d slipped out the back door not long after me in a satin red robe pulled tightly around her.
She looked a lot different than the night before.
Being a Sunday, my sister and her husband, T, wanted to relax a little after my niece went to bed. My brother in law ordered some wings and put the game on tv. My sister popped a bottle of wine and fell into a YouTube hole. All was well hours later when I came downstairs for a bowl of weed, though the bottle of wine was a lot lighter than before (not that I can judge being high as hell twenty-four seven.) …
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When my mother was young, she was the ultimate wife to my father (who you know had a heart attack when I was a kid, bless him). She was everything a partner was meant to be — and most importantly, my dad worshipped her.
Even as a small child, I can remember wondering what her secret to such a happy home was. Every day, I’d watch her tap around the house as she danced on the balls of her feet like a Barbie doll without her heels. …